MELFA THE POET

TEARS UNSHED

They say I am your photocopy,

Meanwhile you left me no pen to copy,

no paper to sketch you.

 

I grew up knowing you were overseas

Hoping you will return back,

Yet to my amazement, 

Its a journey you will never return

 

Growing up without you is like africa without a horn, 

a continent without a madagascar .

you left scars of sorrow on my heart

Stories untold, dreams shattered,

just because of your abscense......

 

Melfa The Poet