The Incurable Wounds Poem by Shuaib Saifi

WHEN the spring comes, the leafless trees bloom.
When it rains, the oceans drought ends by the water;
Even a desert's solitude ends when the people come;
An emotionally injured heart's pain by no cure.

A deeper line can be erased drawn on a stone,
Even the clouds remove seldom their cover
From sky to let the sun, moon and stars be shone;
The wounds hit on a heart are healed ne'er.

So if one wishes to hurt a little to someone,
Give the injuries to his body's any part;
Be the leg, chest or the back bone-
By betraying or breaking his trust, ne'er the heart.
If one thinks this is untrue or to be a vain,
Wait for his turn till the tragedy does happen.