O mother i am afraid to world i in lived
O mother! i am afraid to world i in lived
where wilds are hide behind the human mask
pearl roll over my check and call you with scream
you are the only, to whom something is my grief
O mother, is it true or is it a nightmare
for them, love doesn't mean to take care
games of emotion in nights and lewdness
arid land of heart, starving to moist with tear
O mother! miss you, a world without you
like a morning without sun, wind and cool dew
colorless dreams, sour meals and a vacuum inside me
mom. my little finger bleeds, come i want make you see.
really miss you. may Allah save my mother till i am alive. because i can't live without her.
composed by Nemat
Comments
very nice poem .
thank you
evangelina.. u r right...i try to represents a world for a child without his or her mother.