nurtured

CHILD WHEN I WAS,WITH TINY HANDS
TOYS BUT NOTHING ELSE I NURTURED
IN THE FEAR THAT I MAY NOT BE ALONE,
FRIENDS AND PASSIONS DID I NURTURE
WHEN I WAS A TEEN ,FOR I MAY NOT BE ALONE
I CARRIED MY KITHS AND KINS
FOR FEAR THAT I MAY NOT BE ALONE
BORN WAS WHEN I ,I CRIED HARD
FOR I MAY NOT BE ALONE
IN THE AUTUMN OF MY AGE
FRIENDS WHEN LEFT AND KINS
WENT AWAY ,I GOT HIM
HE HAD BEEN ALWAYS WITH ME
I MADE HIM DEAR AND DID
NURTURE HIM WITH THE
HONEY OF MY LOVE,SHADOW
AT LAST IT WAS ,LEFT ME
AT THE NIGHTS' FALL
REALISED I LATER ON,
HAD I NURTURED MY SOLITUDE
IN THE DEPTH OF MY HEART
FEARED WOULD NEVER I HAD
THAT I MAY BE ALONE



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-10-13 at 13:07

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Zoya Zaidi
When you nuture solitude,
You are left with a lot of pain,
Which comes and gnaws at you,
In those lonely hours, when you
Are left all by your self...

A very poignant poem about fear and pain of loneliness!

WELCOME TO THE BAY DEAR MIRZA ALI BEG!

Love, Zoya
2006-10-13