The trees wait on the sun
To shine its light on it
So it might grow
The caged bird
silently waits on its master
to be feed.
The garden
patiently waits on the gardener
to be nourished...
She on the other hand
waited on the man
who was suppose to be her sunshine
Her protecter
Her better half
but who abused her
Day and night
to tell her of
her worth.
She stayed like a faithful tree
Kept mum like the caged bird
Hoping that with a brighter day
Her garden would be fulfilled with sunshine
And her lover's hand would never hurt again...
Halima Ahmed
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