Longing

 

 

Tell me something pleasant,

Soothe me with your words,

Comfort me with your presence,

‘cause nothing could be better than

your smile on your face.

 

Here, I am, standing,

Awaiting your coming,

With a heart that is still hoping,

Full of questions, wondering.

Here, I am, listening,

To the voice of my soul, shouting.

 

Days have passed.

Months changed to years.

Years, after years.

So long, it has been,

Till come the day, I surrender,

In waiting, I am giving up,

For you, is nothing.

Wound you left,

Still here isn’t healing.

 

Here, I am telling,

Words of my soul.

 

By: Nadd Mahmud, Terengganu

longing

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