Give Back My Glove

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.

I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a cab, then took a flight.

The bag I had was just for me.
My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be.

When I came home I had a gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass.

I cut my hand on broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash.

I have nothing, nothing to hide.
My friend, he took me for a ride.

Did you take this person's life?
Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above?
Did you drop this bloody glove?

I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not, not anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return
To my house for which I yearn.

And to my family whom I love.
Hey now I'm free -- Give back my glove!!

Other poetry

The Love I Feel

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You

It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,

A friendship that had blossomed to more th

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

KOSHISH KARENGE HAM

KOSHISH KARENGE  HAM KI TUMKO TANHA 

 NAA HONE DE.... TERI ISS DIL KI 

BHAROSA KHUD PE RAKHO

BHAROSA KHUD PAR RAKHO 

TO TAKAT BAN JATI HAI 

OR DUSRO PAR RAKHO TO&nb

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Is It Enough

 

When we converse, it's just surface stuff;

We say some words, but is it en

mehboob ki aankhe roti hui

DOST WO HAI

दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब

HOTON PE SACHAI REHTI HI

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