• hasnath_mubeena 10w

    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