Now you see it…now you don't!
Who pulled away the cloth?
Left your table top intact
but destroyed your foundation.
The unseen magician?
Sweet words like dripping honey
filled your ears with deceiving saccharine.
Faith like an overripe melon,
waiting to be crushed and reduced to
an aqueous puddle.
Promises made with sacred honesty
carelessly forgotten on a whim.
Just words with no core or substance,
except for the power to annihilate
with a wave of a whimsical wand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So love is an illusion. believe it or not but there should be an option to think. if love is magical, hormone is the magic wand. beautiful poem
Thank you Muhammad for your lovely comments and yes I agree with you totally!