Thabaan Kabin

Image credit: WWW.imagesearch20maii.com Love her like you would love a god; They tell me, But I have no patience  For a god who Does not talk back, And  Again, Unrequited love  Reminds me of my childhood; Embarrassing, Like a love letter Caught mid-air By the classroom teacher. Every time I love, It falls Into the wrong hands. If you are looking for space to express your views and share your poems are most welcome, comment below or write at bariambredeemson700@gmail.com

image source: www.manseacrh.com2019 I do not want to know, About the children, the women, or the animals. I do not want to know, If she or he or it or they were asking for it. I do not want to know, If they are dead, alive or dying. I do not want to know, Which race, religion, class or caste they're from. I want to shut my ears and make no sound, Bow my head and walk around. Because if I know, I will shatter, Shrink, dissolve, wither into nothingness. If I know, I cannot function, If I know, I'd want to un-know. -bryam If you have anything to share, comment below or write at  bariambredeemson700@gmail.com #Visit full profile by clicking the home button to know tittle more about the author.