By Salman Tamimi
Strange is my heart
Tat bonds with strangers
As if it'll never part.
Strange are my desires
Wherein you dwell
Flickering like a flame of fre.
Strange is the day
Tat has no sunlight
When you are away.
Strange are my talks
Tat I rehearse telling you
Speaking in my thoughts.
Strange is your smile
Tat never reveals
Teir intention behind.
Strange do I fnd
Tat you never realize
You are the reason of my rhymes.
And how strange is the time
Tat is making us strangers
For the rest of our lives.
By Salman Tamimi