IF LOVE, WHY DEATH?
Oh! When sick in the bed
For a long time without cured,
No hope to live, for my death
And breathe cutting
Kinsmen come hiring their cars
Friends come,
Expressing their lovely wishes,
For the dying comrade
Their eyes licking tears
But, w’d the intensity determine?
Damn! Hippocratic feelings
Stretched their heads
Leaving her only son…(sighed)
Uttered a word, “take care of him”
In a minute she closed her eyes
They scrambled for wealth
Letting the son striving
For them c’dnt explore.
Whispering, crying and laughing
Deceiving the laid body in the coffin.
The son locked in the curved room,
Shivering, trembling asking
Asking God to let him apart the hooligans
Suicide was the solution,
Mourners cried louder than…
Neither the cries nor the laughs, aint take one back!
Where is love?
Written by; Ferouz V.Mohamed, SAUT –student
2nd year 2011. He is a poem writer, lyrics writer, actor and
A singer, dealing with HIP-HOP kind of music
Reach me through; www.moe 16.blogspot.com/ moe-face@hotmail.com
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