Don’t shoot!

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





5 Comments Add yours

  1. Ahmed Grades says:

    Nice ! it’s been a long time that we didn’t read your poams ………

    1. Salam Ahmed 🙂 nice to talk to you again 🙂 Im happy that you enjoyed reading my poem .Appreciated 🙂

  2. dilipnaidu says:

    A beautiful and touching poem! Thank you. 🙂

    1. I’m so glad you liked my poem:) actually miss your beautiful comments here 🙂

  3. dilipnaidu says:

    That’s so very gracious of you! Have a beautiful Sunday 🌹

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