Jodhpur, 7 March 2023 23.35 PM
In the middle of the night, that girl cried
Without tears, without making any voices …
She feels unhappy
Carrying big hole in her heart…
One day someone pat her shoulder
She met the sun
With sewing kit in it’s hands
They were laughing and making jokes all the day…
Oh, what a pleasure time..
But then the girl awaked
She knows the sun will be replaced by the moon
In the afternoon the girl were crying
Doesn’t want to be apart from the sun
The cracks comes, the girl hurts
The night rises, the moon is bright
“Thank you” said the girl with holes
She sat and looked at the sky
She was sewing her hole
While the sun shining in it’s place,
The girl using small flash to give light for herself
But she known one thing
She is waiting for morning and the sun come
This poetry is for Lee Nana or a gift from Allah and all stories that we have made in Jodhpur. Just, wait until we can meet each other again, the most valuable person for me. I’m leaving
PS : Feel free to discuss about the grammar and words, nobody’s perfect, perfectness comes from Allah
