(2) Maybe... Poem by Aysha Nasreen Aysha

There lies immeasurable sorrow
Yanking my spine--crippling me
weighing me down like there's no tomorrow
speak to me... how do you see?
Blinded by love...
I threw sand in your sight
My love--a pure white dove
Why do you... for me--you fight...?
Woe to me--I questioned your soul!
laced was your voice with worry
your heart--a trench alike a hole
now I hand you a shovel to bury
a heartless chest under dawn
the place, our testament of love--yes, in our barn