Her words are poisonous;
Incising my heart with its bitterness,
I'm becoming useless.

A capricious woman she is;
Altering her way of action has
Put a boundary to my tolerance.

Imagine things were smooth
Like a china cup, are now rough
As the back of a hedgehog.

Despite every wrangles;
Our love is still alive,
Our soul crave each other's tune.

No ifs, ands, or buts about
I being the ying to her yang,
She being the ping to my pung.


© Amiyn Waziri