The Momma Clan

My bed is a magical place
Where I remember everything I forgot
It tends me to cry a lot
My face turned red and
So, my eyes too turned into
That of devil’s eye
It’s like a red ocean
Still, can’t find any reason to smile.

My mind isn’t working
Nor do I
My heart is crying
And so are my eyes
Should I give up or
Do I need to hold up?
Well, there comes a proud
Successful man
Appreciating me and my hardships
That I faced and
Telling me not to give up
Bringing hope inside me and inspiring me
Teaching that I’m okay and
Not to give up.

-SHIZA KARIM