Pain

Every blossom from the garden,
hymn their ode for you,
falling on deaf ears of mercy.

You pain isn’t your guilt Qaiser,
and the desert sands you tread –
It is fate that brought
this course on you.
It isn’t your fault that the City,
Where once, you sang your song,
has become a stranger to you,

#7april16. #poem

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