Husna Amin Poems
|2.||The Crying Wall||10/30/2013|
|4.||In A Maze||12/6/2013|
|10.||A Song Of Faith||7/23/2014|
|12.||A Pen So Young||9/7/2014|
|13.||Knowing Your Sky||10/8/2014|
|14.||With Me Always||1/18/2015|
|17.||The Bouncing Back||4/16/2014|
|20.||Where Are We?||11/12/2013|
|21.||The Tomorrow That May Never Come||11/15/2013|
|23.||Love, The Flying Dove||11/1/2013|
|27.||The Divine Intervention||10/22/2013|
|28.||Let Love Grow||1/20/2014|
Let Love Grow
In the darkest hours of insanity,
When the living-with-a-heart, loses control
Every action turns into a ruthless killing of the self
And, in the darkest hours, the soul, do they shout in pain?
To restore the peace again, where do they go then?
In a little corner of the mind where a little sanity still prevails
A little hope may be giving some rest to the bereaved soul.
That little hope, let it grow;
Let it flourish into a new beginning,
Let the darkest hour vanish slow,
Let the music of the heart flow, let it flow!
No, you don’t owe us anything, dear children…
You came to this world when we wanted you in our life…
You are our gifts we are proud of and our pleasure to have you with us cannot be explained!
Good and bad we can just teach you a bit, the rest is for you to understand
The best is what we want for you…may the world be good with you, is our only concern…
But no, you don’t owe us anything, precious little things…
Go out, see the world and learn your ways…we know you will build your own sweet