To an annoyed friend.
I would have picked up my pen
And twenty times nearly had come my fingers
To hit the pretty buttons of key board
With a wobbly, aspire in heart,
along with the web of question marks by my ego
and the lucid answers given by my heart
I sat alone and pondered and found the way of my heart
Not for every one in this big world
Could these words cascade, you know, best.
And on this blessed day
I just want to say
Come back my friend
As I'm all alone and quiet without you
And no body understands my silence
That there's no one now who could make me laugh
No one with whom I could fight with a right
No one, whose whistle could cherish my soul,
Come back that there's no one I can feel light to talk to
Come that no one is dared enough to insult me
And no one whose offence I can stand
Come back that the care of whole world seems insufficient
Come back forgive me and do not disdain
Not that I need you – you thought of as!
..........................Ha!
Just think how an experienced journeyer
Could let go, the verity of his old sores
for the known abyss in his way .
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-25 at 06:40
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On one's Birthday
For today, ten times perhaps since a monthI would have picked up my pen
And twenty times nearly had come my fingers
To hit the pretty buttons of key board
With a wobbly, aspire in heart,
along with the web of question marks by my ego
and the lucid answers given by my heart
I sat alone and pondered and found the way of my heart
Not for every one in this big world
Could these words cascade, you know, best.
And on this blessed day
I just want to say
Come back my friend
As I'm all alone and quiet without you
And no body understands my silence
That there's no one now who could make me laugh
No one with whom I could fight with a right
No one, whose whistle could cherish my soul,
Come back that there's no one I can feel light to talk to
Come that no one is dared enough to insult me
And no one whose offence I can stand
Come back that the care of whole world seems insufficient
Come back forgive me and do not disdain
Not that I need you – you thought of as!
..........................Ha!
Just think how an experienced journeyer
Could let go, the verity of his old sores
for the known abyss in his way .
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
Read 485 times
Written on 2008-06-25 at 06:40
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