A Poem by Qalb-e-Momin for You, My Love
No fate, no plan, Just scars on man. Cold world, no hand, So I ran, and ran. She prays, I sin, Don’t know where I’ve been. Dark roads, no win, Just smoke in wind. No peace, just war, Steel tongue, raw core. Knocked doors, no floor, Still hunt for more. My path, my curse, Each move, then thirst. No doc or nurse Just pain, then worse. They fake, I bleed, No want, just need. Fast life, no speed, I plant, they feed. Just God, no dream, Just cold, no gleam. I drown, no stream, Life tore my seams. She wait, I roam, Don’t know my home. No text, no phone, Just me, alone. They shoot, I duck, Still trust no luck. My heart’s long stuck In days that suck. If I die, don’t cry, Just ask them why. No wings, I fly One last goodbye. Author:Hassan Murtaza © Muhammad Hassan Murtaza. All Rights Reserved. This poem is the original, unpublished intellectual property of Muhammad Hassan Murtaza . All rights are strictly reserved under ...