Captive Poem by Hanan Muzafar

There was so much for us,
But you didn't saw,
and I didn't agreed,
For me,
It had a worth,
to plunge in your aura.

Wish I could set you free,
But you were closed,
For me,
and I became a captive,
In a vicious regime:
Where I see cold, numb,
and muddled victims,
lying silent in corpses.

Take a walk with me,
Through these almond groves,
Where buds wait for bloom:
A curse given to our seeds.

We won't demand,
nor we expect,
But I await,
for a moment in chaos,
As your cheeks were too red,
For me,
I still remember,
The way,
we used to stare and hesitate.

Now, sitting on a porch,
kneeled, done, and abandoned,
waiting for a new dawn;
Sometimes,
It's just about passing days.