Saturday, June 23, 2007

The little bird has fallen

I bow my head
sad at my plight
the jihad I want to win
I keep loosing

Today I went
and how I went
unprepared
The paper lay infront of me

doubts poured in
I had not done my practise
what is this or that
or what was it? I asked

I went then
to say I never did
make the report
only to told

Forget it
Didn't I try?
then why again
why again

do I keeping falling down
I don't want to fall
I want to fly
fly high, fly wide

yet, again
I fall down
I cry for I don't know how
this broken wing will mend

where will I get
those kind gentle words
where will I get
that strong warm arms

where will I get
those eyes that tell me
"You are going to make it"
"You will make it"

Oh how, I miss them two
I may have grown
but my heart remains small
I want to be held

and wrapped in warmth
I want to feel secure
and to feel loved
to see them both

to hear them both
mom and dad
my strength and courage
far away.. far far away

this tiny bird has fallen
and no one is there
to say 'get up
Its ok to fall'

4 comments:

poetic muslim said...

asalam alaykum , great poem , it's great that you have such a good relationship with your parents ! I dont I hope one day I will I still need to visit them . hey why do you think people check your profile read your blog but never leave comments? lol just a thought I was having today .

Blogger said...

W.Salam :-)

Alhamdullilah, I'm very thankful to Allah Taala to have given me such lovely parents. I can never thank them enough for all they have done and keep doing for me.

As for leaving a comment..lol.. I have no idea :) lol... may be I'm just too boring and my friends are too lazy ;) lol

poetic muslim said...

No I wasn't reffering to you i was talking generaly.

Blogger said...

Well generally I guess we are just too busy or we don't know what to comment on - either we don't have the same interest or outlook or we have no idea :-)