Someday you move into my life
as your footprints heal my scars.
But what about the metaphors
of poison, you hide in your heart?
Do they taste like a hymn for a honeybee?
Of everything, I've ever been without you,
are fading away like grey with the foggy past.
Dare a poetess to drink a soul full of poison,
I'd do like I drink a magical potion.
Yet, I survive more resilient
in poetry and never I'd die.
©Hasnath Mubeena AsrafSoudha