Erum Khan

Burnt Hands

Back off! my dearest
for the sparkling jewel that you see
are glittering coal
that could burn your delicate hands
I beg off you, my love
stay away
for your innocence is misleading you

WHY? ? ?
asked innocence
and the questioned remained unanswered
she inquired again; no reply

equipped with faith, she stepped forward
to rescue the misplaced gem; among the burning coal
she advanced with glaring eyes-and hope
patted her shoulder-go on dear

Screamed innocence, as she touched
the gem was equally hot
as hot as any coal

Screamed innocence- I burnt my hands
I burnt my hands, dear faith
it really hurts, she turned to hope

at this ruthless sight
faith was speechless
and hope stood back, ashamed

is this my fate? she questioned
as she glanced at her blistered hands
is this my fate? ? ? ? ? -innocence wept like a child

silence there was
and then a whisper
it will soon heal, my dear
she looked up; with tear shedding eyes
she rushed to embrace hope

faith smiled to himself
O! dear dear innocent innocence
how I wish you to know
you burnt your hands but rescued gem
your fate?
is that you should not know……
for there are infinite gem
to be rescued; by you

yet, you will never know
you will never know
my dear burnt handed innocence
you will never know.

Submitted: Thursday, December 08, 2005

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