Wherever you go, love is required
The heart has cried out to you for fear of the sorrowful world
Your apathy will one day take our lives
I swear to you, just think what the constitution is
Don't know why the eyes of the world turned away from us
I saw you, what is your fault other than this?
There is no cry on the lips or tears in the eyes
The grief from time immemorial has shaped him in songs
Make thousands of prescriptions ____ for healing __ but
There is no medicine beyond sight
We are still kings in the wave of fidelity ... !!!!
We leave those who break the heart .. !!!
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Tamama Khan and writers in Poets and other communities.
First Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.