Open your window,
you can see my childhood
waving naughty hands at you.
Open your palm,
you can see your highschool bangles
stained with my teenage blood.
open your book,
you will see eternal rose petals that
cried between our first kiss.
Open your room,
you will find valentine days
on all days of calendar.
Open your pain, you will know;
healing is not medicine but me.
Open your heart,
you will still feel the rhythm of my veins.
Open your eyes,
you will now realise the tears;
falling down your cheek are not yours,
but mine.
I beg you,
invite all but not me to your wedding.
Upon the mountain mist,
i will be praying for your wellbeing.
sometimes tools of poetic trade offer no service after reading an innocent feeling expressed so beautifully....! ! !
Wow, such a touching poem. I can feel your emotions as though they are my own. Tiana xx
very touching poem..really.. Good job Shihabudheen..keep it up
open your eyes you will now realize the tears falling down your cheek are not yours, but mine. sad and touching verse.
very touching theme. most of us have this experience. thank you Shihabudheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sense of loss, the pang of separation above all the cloud of sadness are dominating this poem.Touched me much!