Pull a rabbit from a worn out hat, a coin from behind an ear
Sorry if I don't applaude at that
But I have spent too many years here
I thought that you were fresh and new, I found it was an act
You did what people often do
By taking without giving back
No I do not blame you now, you are only human after all
Still, I should have known better somehow
I built a bridge that met your wall
Now my heart feels only pity, for a soul that could not feel
On this island in the city
My country past now seems surreal
No more words from me, my ghostly presence will soon be gone
I must set my spirit free
Lick my wounds and carry on.
Absolutely love this. A few lines thrown together in such a way, its as if the pain and pity were mine. Brilliant. A true artist and a priviledge to read your works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem speaks to the heart. Yes, we must carry on. That's the essence of life, to carry on no matter what. The track will lead to sunlight eventually.
Thank you Nosheen, how nice it would be to write of happy endings. Still through hope and strength of will we move forward and persevere.