Hurtful Things Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

When the world looks at me.
They try to make me blue.
The world beholds you
and every thin you do.
If i didn't appreciate you.
Then I couldn't be true.

It's true that I was bad in my youth.
Look at me know I behold the truth.
Old fashioned that I am in my thinking.
Regimental and strict.
I am used to the pain that jealous people inflict.

I kissed you last night because I cared.
But you backed offI, I think because you were scared.
Feelings ran riot in that sweet noggin.
If feelings that bug you just let out.
Slap me and hit me or just shout.
If things are right.
Like I have always said
Relax, leave everything to fate.


Tread carefully as I have said.
It is your face that is always read.
Others will follow your move.
I'll stay undercover till the time is right.
Stay strong and all will fall in place.

I Siddiqi 25/02/09