That Name, That Face

I sat near my window looking the rain,

Looking at the drops formed on the glass,

Looking at the fog formed from my breath,

I drew some letters on that fog,

I kept drawing letters, and realized I wrote a name,

I wondered whose name this was.

I sat near my window looking at the rain,

I drew the same name from fog of my breath,

Looking at the drops on the other side of the window,

I wiped it off, thinking which name that was.

The rain stopped,

But I still sat,

The glass of window turned into a movie screen,

I saw a face, She looked beautiful.

That face made me sad,

That face hurt me,

That face reminded me of that person that I was once very close to.

© ASHRAF SHAIKH

That Name, That Face

I sat near my window looking the rain,

Looking at the drops formed on the glass,

Looking at the fog formed from my breath,

I drew some letters on that fog,

I kept drawing letters, and realized I wrote a name,

I wondered whose name this was.

I sat near my window looking at the rain,

I drew the same name from fog of my breath,

Looking at the drops on the other side of the window,

I wiped it off, thinking which name that was.

The rain stopped,

But I still sat,

The glass of window turned into a movie screen,

I saw a face, She looked beautiful.

That face made me sad,

That face hurt me,

That face reminded me of that person that I was once very close to.

© ASHRAF SHAIKH