حجي حبيب
04/08/2011, 11:56 AM
Sweetheart never forgotten
By : Habeeb Ibraheem
A story within a free verse poem
To lose a sweetheart is really a great plight .
Seeing his image in corners when turning ever’ side ,
“ Bring me some water or juice . Let’s go out “
The lass beholds his face shining the house .
She trims his room in morrows ,
Cooking and serving meals on time .
To wash and iron his clothes is usual
Insane of him she got and love affair .
No memory ; ‘cause considering him alive .
When bodies evade, traces are kept in heart .
By : Habeeb Ibraheem
A story within a free verse poem
To lose a sweetheart is really a great plight .
Seeing his image in corners when turning ever’ side ,
“ Bring me some water or juice . Let’s go out “
The lass beholds his face shining the house .
She trims his room in morrows ,
Cooking and serving meals on time .
To wash and iron his clothes is usual
Insane of him she got and love affair .
No memory ; ‘cause considering him alive .
When bodies evade, traces are kept in heart .