My prayer to you

a poem by Mohamed Shuaib

Life is getting darker
Without her beside me
O my maker.

Give me her love, make her mine
Or destroy me, I don’t wan’
To live without her anymore.

You try to make me happy
By this wealth, but these
Perishable jewels won’t please me.

How lot I try to forget her,
But your given pain will
Stay forever.

What have I got to do
Without a girl, with this
Shining gold here.

Maker mine you think a while
What would this nature be
Without human beings.

Where would these birds fly
If these trees weren’t there
To protect them from the night.

Every single minute one has to inhale
The air to survive, what if this air wasn’t there,
Whom you’d have asked to praise your grace.

O maker mine, think a while
How can I live without her
Knowing I burn so much for her.