Under The Blue Roof Poem by ramadan assayouty shuaib

Under thr blue roof
I dwell,
there was the breeze of you
pass me by,
I sense a thirst of horrible,
I then looked up at the roof,
to find a single light winkling at me.

I looked around,
but was covered with mud of bricks,
How can I see?
Thou ought to come,
but look, the ought is lying cold,
under the blue, we stay thirsty.

I hope your coming will not be delayed,
the thirst is getting more severe,
comes thousand of centuries,
but your coming still in vain.

A bright appeared and clenched the thirst,
doubled it goes,
but the mud was still there strongly and tightly,
Though the thirst is clenched
but your breeze still passby,
and when I saw you,
it stopped.