Blue Oranges Poem by Asma Khan

Tomorrow you would be a
forgotten story of my life
I am glad that I can recall
this free from strife

a day or two passed without
you and your presence
its been enough to keep this
historical reverence

you were not that close to me
even when you are gone
I had made known this to myself
since it was the very dawn

It does hurt knowing what's past
and what's coming
how can one stop
this miserable humming?

I want to see this for once
in your eyes
how could you acclaim all
those lies?