the phases , shadows of life


life black and white

the white moon has come to the
trees , the leaves have turned yellow

i saw the picture of child
who has suffered from seizures
he would come to our hospital
often, his mom said
today he is no more
i saw his picture
i remember that boy
tears it brought to my eyes

your wardrobe is locked
our relationship is over
what do those locked locks mean?



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-31 at 15:16

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Knowing a little about you, Mirza, I understand how this circumstance might be encountered. It reminds me so very much of the days when I was receiving radiation treatment - daily, over six weeks. Long enough that the waiting room became a place of wishing for the healing of my fellow Man, and feeling the pain and realisation about those who no longer turned up. Your locks are a contrived enigma I feel. Worthy of accolade for certain. Blessings, Allen
2025-10-31