A voice kept talking of the pain in a fading tone
It was when I began to walk a walk alone

The fingertip that caressed every blooming face
When touched the soul began to see the stingy thorn

The droplets at the edge of droopy eyelids say
Inside the heart resides an ugly scary storm

The years are but pebbles in a flowing stream
The mind perceives them jewels once the tide is gone


© Omer Mujahid