Mohammad Ahmad
03-05-2015, 04:09 PM
Inside thy cage I am tortured
As a butterfly burned its wings
Nothing to say but you may remember
That nothing is miserable but ignorance
I am a man of word and desire
But you may not make it a tug of war
Dark wintry night and I am alone
And the rain hitting down and up the ceiling
I figured that myself is still cool
Pulling the curtain to see a figure
One armed and another carrying a child
One of them is an angel having a book
His face is shine as a lamp
Something betrays me out of door.
Her visage I envisaged as a halo of moon
Telling me to come closer and near
Round my table, a half cup is still warm
Inside my cup, I absorbed her breath
An opened book still I don't read
It has many chapters as her curved hair
What thing could make me cooler?
Is it the lamp or her moony face?
As a butterfly burned its wings
Nothing to say but you may remember
That nothing is miserable but ignorance
I am a man of word and desire
But you may not make it a tug of war
Dark wintry night and I am alone
And the rain hitting down and up the ceiling
I figured that myself is still cool
Pulling the curtain to see a figure
One armed and another carrying a child
One of them is an angel having a book
His face is shine as a lamp
Something betrays me out of door.
Her visage I envisaged as a halo of moon
Telling me to come closer and near
Round my table, a half cup is still warm
Inside my cup, I absorbed her breath
An opened book still I don't read
It has many chapters as her curved hair
What thing could make me cooler?
Is it the lamp or her moony face?