Marwa Rakha Poems
|3.||The Toilet Seat||4/8/2008|
|5.||The Pair Of Boots||1/7/2009|
|9.||Dear Man.. You Are Not The Best||10/29/2009|
|10.||Dear Man... Dear Dorian Gray||10/29/2009|
|12.||Dear Man: I Want To Have Your Baby||10/29/2009|
|13.||The Little Man||1/7/2009|
|17.||The Magic Mirror||10/9/2007|
|18.||The Washing Machine||7/27/2008|
|19.||You Are Mine||7/11/2008|
You Are Mine
I will dropp you in the deepest of oceans
but like a message in a bottle
you will swim to my shore.
I will fly you in the highest of skies
but like a homing pigeon
you will land on my window.
I will let you loose in the busiest of streets
but like a domestic cat
you will stray back to my door.
I will throw you out in the coldest of nights
but like a christmas gift
you will adorn my tree.
I will let you go and walk away
but like the son I never had
I will hear you calling my name.
When you were not looking,
in your core
In the dim light of the room I caught your eyes
wandering in my face;
feeling the fine lines that are bound to sink deeper.
Yes I will have wrinkles.
I am not growing any younger.
Under the faint light our silent still eyes met,
you saw four or five white hairs that sprung on top of my crown.
Why were you surprised?