My Angels
My weary brain keeps me awake
A constant fiendish fear grabs my face,
Is she thirsty or is the fan too high for him,
I wish I‘d rather die in every ache,
Which intends to inflict you my angels!
Take me and tear me apart,
And bring every grief on to me,
But don’t unfortunate them…
A greed has taken me and
All I wish is to farewell the passions,
Because I want to give you the world,
By little I have, by work,
I have my heaven living in the next room,
Lord keep them always in bloom.
(*i call my momdad my angels)
Copyright © Hina Nasir | Year Posted 2015
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