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By : Aisha Khawaja Razem Feb 01, 2008 |
My son’s vision |
Since you were born
My blood covered my dawn
My water filled with prawn
Sleepless until you are grown
I took life for granted
Raising you loan by loan
And you were searching for the marvelous stone
Do you see me my son?
That Iam the only one
Who sticks to your heart?
To correct what you have done ?? ?
And every stone you collected
Has completely gone??
Do you see me son?
Sleeping on a thorn
To give you mattress
To offer you fun?
Laughing at me while you play and run?
I wonder if you realize
How great is to be wise?
On what your mother lies ?
Or what for
all my cries?
I accept life to step on my heart
But not divide my liver apart
That’s why
Am a ticket for your flight
Covering the long distance
Serving you day
And night
Shows you the life’s movie
Filled with all prayers
slight by slight
Taking you above myself
Pushing your feet
on my head
to the most highest
height
So you will find me there
Flying beside you in the air
In spite of your nose
I hand you the most fragranced rose
You will think I came to fight
As always
And you might
Shake your head
Away
And whisper
How fright
Is to find your mother
day and night
Around you by her light
Please do not heft the word : oh shit !!
Believe me it is not the internet
Who connected me?
In your lift
This is my soul in white
So do not shut off your lab top
And do not block my web site!!
Surrounding your heart left and right
Feeding you by my hand the bread bite
I sing you the lullaby
Where ever you move I will be
You are my baby in sun
In time of moon
In morning
In dawn
In spite weather you still a child
Or you are grown
I will sing to you by my own
In my old fashion tone
Fighting this life alone??
I know my heart on you is blown
I do not care
I will not moan
I will loudly laugh at you
until my back
on the wall thrown
because my heart
is beating
on you
and your heart is
Beating on a stone!!
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