Wait Sir ! Don’t shoot !
I need to comb my tousled hair,
And wash my stainy face.
Oh !There is a hole in my shoe too
Wait sir ! I won’t be late ,
I am going to wear my father’s shoes,
They are as big as the gracious sky
But they fit because I walk like him,
My grand mother told me once .
Have you ever flown a paper plane,Sir ?
There is a hole in my paper plane,
Like the hole in my father’s skull .
Wait Sir, don’t shoot !
There on that lonely hill ,
I saw a flower this morning,
Do you think my mother will forgive me for
My dishelved clothes?
I didn’t know you’re coming for me .
oh ! I found a flower for your mother too!
You need to hurry up before it fades
Sir ,why are your eyes full of tears ?
Written by arabian roses
Nice ! it’s been a long time that we didn’t read your poams ………
Salam Ahmed 🙂 nice to talk to you again 🙂 Im happy that you enjoyed reading my poem .Appreciated 🙂
A beautiful and touching poem! Thank you. 🙂
I’m so glad you liked my poem:) actually miss your beautiful comments here 🙂
That’s so very gracious of you! Have a beautiful Sunday 🌹