What if

What if
The morning bird
Stops its cry
On a fine morning
And I sleep
Unknowingly forever?

What if
For destiny’s sake
I stop dreaming
And take things
Into the hands
To live dead thereafter?

What if
Hopes vaporize
Under the April sun
Without even perspiration
To cool down a little
And I feel lost?

What if
Suddenly I wake up
In the middle of night
To feel a vacuum beside
An empty bed,
An empty soul?

What if
I become empty
Losing the feel
Of your long kisses
And I yearn for more
With little hope?

What if
He closes his ears
To my prayers of early dawn
Yet I wait
With a swollen heart
Satisfied, forever?

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

2 thoughts on “What if

  1. pramilakhadun

    Lovely poem which depicts the beauties as well as the feelings of insecurity while one travels across the sands of time….well-penned.

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