Eighteenth Of July - Poem by waseem hassan
Its because of her that i know my worth
and today she was born, its the day of her birth
this is the luckyday, july the 18th
this is the day when she came on this earth
i've not talked to her sine tuesday
but i still remember her sweet voice
I'm writing these lines underneath the shattered sky
its sad, its mid-night and its the 18th of july
How fortunate were the days when she was
And how i miss those days, O dear! O dear!
Ever now and then I wish I could know
Why she left, why she had to go?
Some say it's fate n you gotta live with it.
Hard times come, what's new in it.
Some say this is how it's meant to be
Some call it 'Fate' and some 'Destiny'
They say that change is the law of nature
And it holds true for every creature
But i tell them my feelings will never change
For my love for her is as constant as change
What then if she's not with me today
I'll love her tommorow as i did yesterday
She might be far and going further away
But in my heart of hearts she will always
Writing these lines i feel so strong
And from this point beyond nothing can go
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