Asma Khan


The Midnight Heaven - Poem by Asma Khan

Who can define this pain better than me
Nothing in this world, as it may seem
shatters like my broken dream
there is a sobbing child inside me
of shadows, silent and unseen

Yet another dream and I may die
Everything comes with a price in life
share the joy or a wound you cry
there are treasures of wishes within me
of desires quietened and tired

In the fortess dreams of sorrows
adundance of longing and hesitation
exists with every bud and brood
to grow hopes and hunger of the grave
there is a river of silver water that
flows past my eyes and heart's burrows

The pain may fade one day, perhaps
The prayers would be heard and answered
exhale the cries of past in this air
there is your Lord who heard you wide and clear
always with love and care

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

No one can love you like your Lord who created you from nothing? How can one be so forgetful to fall for someone else leaving Him behind?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015



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