You were the reason for my poesy, but now just,
-Roaab Qayyum
It’s an effort to collect the scattered words and readjust,
You were the reason for my prosperity, but now just,
It’s an effort to lighten the evenings and reconstruct,
You were the reason for my springs, but now just,
It’s an attempt to preserve the garden in front,
You were the reason for my amiability, but now just,
It’s a strive to reduce the bitterness in the gut,
You were the reason for my smiling, but now just,
It’s a bid to hide my sadness, behind my fits,
You were the reason for my hope, but now just,
It’s an essay to fight with the downcast,
With you, everyone was a friend, but now just,
Trying to be friends with desolate,
Trying to rid of memories to forget.
Tragedy
