When I am all alone
Which is my habit
Twenty for hours a day,
Some times I laugh at
My pain in a sarcastic way,
For if I don’t do so,
I will collapse by myself.
When I am all alone,
Which became a routine
In my days, When I am so
I long for a special knight
To Hold me tight;
To feel the pain inside,
Not only caring for himself.
When I am all alone
By myself in this life,
Most best friends
Imegrated to the West,
While I could not; I love
Makkah so much,
My only honest beloved
Travelled hastely
To the other world
Without even saying goodbye.
When I am all alone
By myself sometimes
I complain to Almighty
Sometimes the pain
Makes me dumb but can
Write my pain on paper
Sometimes I become too
Proud to express hurt
By a glettering tear
On the withered checks.
When I am all alone
By myself and doubts
Come to me with their
Big heads and staring eyes
Pushing me to ask myself
Why people do their best
To attract my attension,
Once they get it,
They are reluctant
Even to give a call.
And the Conflict between
Me and doubts start
Its horrible session:
But knights don’t play
Such dirty games,
You are stil naïve;
They exist no more
You never learn
From your twinge,
Or wounds,
Hence, I laugh at my pain
And stand to pray.
Jeddah,
8 March 2014
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