Mohammad Ahmad
12-17-2014, 12:30 PM
Lovers on Facebook
Am I fatigued not to come?
Or the boredom infects me some
No, her visage visited me at night
When in my bed I felt on fright
I am into her poetry turning fascinated
And in her hand as a bangle shackled
No one can help me to be free
Into her cage, so far I am imprisoned
A woman in Facebook who made me a mad
She is an educated woman lives in Baghdad
I wrote to her messages over messages
No reply yet comes, I turn sad
A woman of fifty years still young
Nothing I commit illustrating wrong
I only frankly confess to her my love
Thinking myself an ardent lover for long
----
A woman in Facebook
As soon as I revealed my emotions,
She escaped and my name blocked
A flirtatious woman being never be kind
Gathered youth around her in Facebook
Till a midnight, she goes flirting them
Firstly, I fell in love with her
And after a while I felt depressed
That's a women lying to gather admires
Of all women who never had a word.
Since they conceal a word in mind,
in their hearts the deceit they hide.
Half their faces innocently being smiled
But on other part, the dark is nestled
A woman of fifty to me became acquainted
Entered my heart and I to her accepted
I responded to everything she ordered
Other than marriage, what she wants?
Than a warm bed, what does she want?
I never flatter but always to be truthful
Yet I do not know how a woman admires.
Perhaps she is admired perhaps she is not.
But in one thing I am to reveal lingered
Women everywhere around the world,
Surely, they have one shape and one desire
Am I fatigued not to come?
Or the boredom infects me some
No, her visage visited me at night
When in my bed I felt on fright
I am into her poetry turning fascinated
And in her hand as a bangle shackled
No one can help me to be free
Into her cage, so far I am imprisoned
A woman in Facebook who made me a mad
She is an educated woman lives in Baghdad
I wrote to her messages over messages
No reply yet comes, I turn sad
A woman of fifty years still young
Nothing I commit illustrating wrong
I only frankly confess to her my love
Thinking myself an ardent lover for long
----
A woman in Facebook
As soon as I revealed my emotions,
She escaped and my name blocked
A flirtatious woman being never be kind
Gathered youth around her in Facebook
Till a midnight, she goes flirting them
Firstly, I fell in love with her
And after a while I felt depressed
That's a women lying to gather admires
Of all women who never had a word.
Since they conceal a word in mind,
in their hearts the deceit they hide.
Half their faces innocently being smiled
But on other part, the dark is nestled
A woman of fifty to me became acquainted
Entered my heart and I to her accepted
I responded to everything she ordered
Other than marriage, what she wants?
Than a warm bed, what does she want?
I never flatter but always to be truthful
Yet I do not know how a woman admires.
Perhaps she is admired perhaps she is not.
But in one thing I am to reveal lingered
Women everywhere around the world,
Surely, they have one shape and one desire