Poetry by
Bilal Khan

Country: Bahrain




"The Falling Leaf"

Everyday as I sit near this window sill and watch the leaves fall,

one by one they give up hope and fall to the ground,

the tree grows naked as the leaves fall it shivers in the wind seeking warmth but there is none,

there is but one leaf which does not fall it clings on to the tree hanging on with it's last breath,

i feel this leaf is like me holding on despite the sorrow and hurt inside,

it holds on when there but a shimmer of hope and no solace to be had,

that one leaf gives me hope and comfort in this cruel world it makes me happy,

as the days pass by the leaf begins to wither,

it grows to tired to hold on any longer,

as the rain drops fall it slowly breaks away from the tree,

it falls ever so slowly to the ground trying to struggle against the wind,

as it hits the ground it pushed into the flowing current,

yet it still struggles to float on the surface,

as the rain drops it finally gives in and is taken under,

with the falling of it's last leaf the tree stands naked in the wind,

yet somehow I feel the tree is not afraid for it knows that there will soon grow many leaves,

it's branches will soon blossom and birds will nest in it's branches again,

in all of this that one falling leaf has shown me something no person ever could,

that one leaf has showed me how to find hope in the deepest depths of despair,

for this one lesson I will always be thankful for it has forever changed me.

Bilal Khan

"SILENT NIGHT"

The night today is ever so calm and silent,
in this calm there is a deep sense of despair,
the silence although cannot speak I hear it's voice,
I hear it's voice in my head it whispers,
this voice calls me it beckons me to listen,
it becomes a voice of my thoughts,
thoughts which I cannot escape yet I do not want to have,
these thoughts trouble me for they are evil,
the voice grows stronger with each passing minute,
each passing minute I go insane and fall deeper into the darkness,
in all this there but one glimmer of hope a voice that comforts me from the insanity,
this voice brings me back from the darkness I have fallen into,
this is the voice of the silence of the night,
now every time I fall towards the darkness the voice brings
me back the silent night is now my friend my confidant.
 

"THE TREE"

o great tree you are so magnificent,
you have stood here so many years,
so many days have you given shade,
so many lovers have confided in you their sorrows,
so many boys have grown hanging on your branches,
so many lovers have craved their names on your body,
so many lovers have made you their witness,
you never speak nor say a word yet you are a friend to so many,
so many animals have you sheltered,
you forever give never asking a single thing,
yet we hurt you cut you down still you give us fruit,
still you give us shade from the sun,
o great tree I love you like a friend ,
a friend who was before me is still now and will be after me,
forget me not great tree for I will never forget you.

 

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