Where There Is Smoke Poem by Asma Khan

It's very late, but I won't go back home
for there is no one to care for me nor comb

I hadn't told anyone of my grief
for this pain wouldn't relief

I am forsaken in his charm
for he will leave me one day disarm

Overwhelming and tiring is this life now
for I want to end it anytime, if you allow

Many blames are entrusted under my name
for never did I want to earn this fame

Time and I are on the opposite side of the fence
for what's going on around, I have no sense

I am broken and crumbled silently
walking no plans over the unknown paths blindly

Do you remember who I was?
Before engraving in me so many flaws

The air dusted me with pain when you spoke
for there is no sunset where there is smoke