Poem by Sehma Helaa
Do not expect me to thrill on valentine day
Do not expect me to drive my pen forward
He, who has drained love from my heart ,
shall regret it anyway
But the booming seed of love may go ahead
prosper day after daY and grow fat
Alas, tonight I can nolonger sing ardency
Tonight I feel lonely
love is but a shady legacy
Do not expect my pen to run
I strolled the fervent shores
I Think i have never known
what should be done
the outcome is one , a bird that cries
And a bull that snores
A shabby wanderer that perpetually lies
How could I write about roses?
when time mowed down the grass
And made of my garden a mess .
Here am lurking behind the edge
True love I nonetheless pledge
ah …. if ever the torch of love brightens
what has been darkened
by the burden of sadness ?
If ever I see the empty reefs
hugging the waves of loneliness
Hence , I could dance and sway
feasting valendine day .
sehma feb 14 feb 2019