Aslam Marikar

The truth is I do not love you:

You test me and this makes me doubt if you trust me.
You carelessly drop things by, will you happen to drop me too.
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It hits his head on a thick glass pane
Its will hardened to resist all pain.
Persistent in shattering everything but his brain
The busy bee is at it over and over again.
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Forgive me lord for I have sinned.

It was a cold monsoon night
Her eyes to the brim with sorrow
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Sometimes I want to talk to you
Tell you how much I love you
Then I wonder why " sometimes"
Why not all the time.
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I hate to hate
It makes me not want to love.
Why do I live around such hate?
It makes me distance myself from love.
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The bare plate staring white at face
Our bellies howling to the smell of food!
We took to sitting with our host calling for the bidding
That brought out from hiding the day's spread of goods.
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