Somewhere Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Somewhere a clock is ticking
And others are chiming in
Ending thier conversations
With a pause where they'd begin

Somewhere a thought is ringing
In the back of an old man's head
Pending for some alteration
For a cause that lies ahead

With treads and steps
Or strides in wrecks
We all have to walk or run
Just so that we'd fall down wet

Somewhere a hawk is sitting
On top of a big old tree
Tending to scratch his claws
For a feather that fell underneath

With a dread of death
Or a life of breaths
We all have to talk or hum
Just so that we'd crawl down wet

Down this hole....
Down this hole....
Where water is wine
We drink to rewind
Everything inside
Is lacking of light

Opening up...
For the shades of love...
For the color that's always
Been seeping from above...

It's the brush to cleanse
My filthy confidence.....
It's the voice that blends
The voice of providence

Won't you be?
Here for me?
Whenever i dream
I dream of you
Whenever i scream
I scream for you

Somewhere....
Somewhere....