Monday, January 11, 2010

Getting used to saying goodbye

Getting used to saying goodbye
Fate sealed, sentiments override.

Bosom swells with bridal expectancy
Heart aches from years of loving solely.

Had my beloved taken the remedy
My beloved would’ve healed spiritually.

Friend buries even the best of people
And corpse is nothing but remains to be mourned.

So long, Mogadishu, so long:
For me, my nostalgia
As for you, your lost innocence.

@ Safi Abdi...2009

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