Whenever Love Overruled Me to You — POEM by Nasser Alshaikhahmed
Whenever love overruled me to you;
Why are your eyes snatching the horizon?
Like someone is waiting for someone to return from a trip,
And your thoughts are in a hard labor.
Whenever love overruled me to you;
Why are your eyes snatching the horizon?
Like someone is waiting for someone to return from a trip,
And your thoughts are in a hard labor.
Like an ink or a language, In our love relation, We resemble a letter in a language, It becomes dry,
Crime of war deep sadness,
Anxiety and tears,
With an overburdened narrative,
And endless wars.
“If there were no imagination,” I thought, “there would be no poets. My words flow through the pen, fighting battles in the field of thought.
A pleasant wind caresses my warm skin;
I have been waiting for days for you to come and hold my hand;
My aim is not to hurt anyone;
The river never flows upwards;
The endless increases do not know to stop;
Your jet black hair will be filled with gray;
The scars left from the past are still deep;
Tears will fill your beautiful eyes.
There was not enough time for Sherrie,
To reminisce upon Dad,
Yet had to let Dad be bitterly hurt,
Sherrie, 29 years of age,
Not yet old.
And her life ended,
Leaving behind, my oldness,
The heart strives with every effort to free itself,
From Death’s black hands.
The bed, trembles,
Death’s black hands.