Moan Poem by shakil ahmed

Moan

I exhausted much time in waiting
When she would open her mouth,
To hear her twisted lies,
Some broken or faltering words.
Instead of a whispering message
She shed some drops of tears
Like an ignorant nomadic man
I couldn’t understand the language of tears.

I don’t understand the difference
Between happiness and sorrow,
Between tears and laughter,
Born out of love-lit heart.

Children weeps –
When they don’t find their mothers,
But when a teenager weeps
What may be the cause?

Standing under the shade of a tree
I could hear the church bell
Then and then I understood
Just before she could tell.

My feet grew cold
Though I was not alone
And in the gentle breeze
I heard her heart-rending moan.

Shakil Ahmed.