Pious old man
Reading the Quran
Always watching skies
For non existing storms
His daughter, my aunt
Silent like a pond
Longing for her child
Sitting next to her
Her husband, a martyr
Captured in a frame
But surely his soul
Floats somewhere around
Their daughter, a mum
Peaceful like a dove
A physician in love
With some plants and seeds
Her daughter, a child
Curly nasty hair
Annoying as hell
Innocent as dawn
Her son, a school boy
Hungry like a crowd
Surrounded by books
Distracted by clouds
And me.
(doing poetry)
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
Pious old man
Reading the Quran
Always watching skies
For non existing storms
His daughter, my aunt
Silent like a pond
Longing for her child
Sitting next to her
Her husband, a martyr
Captured in a frame
But surely his soul
Floats somewhere around
Their daughter, a mum
Peaceful like a dove
A physician in love
With some plants and seeds
Her daughter, a child
Curly nasty hair
Annoying as hell
Innocent as dawn
Her son, a school boy
Hungry like a crowd
Surrounded by books
Distracted by clouds
And me.
(doing poetry)
