No connection I find between earthquake and rain <br />Yet she shakes and cries for the deeds I did last night <br />At a restaurant I took a plate of fried rice <br /> and two pieces of boneless fish <br />And rubbed a title chicks against chicks <br />and kissed the pod- lips of white lies <br />but I wonder what is that to her <br />what's the relation the mother of truth has with me! <br /> I did not do anything and kept myself aloof <br />to save my skin and avoid her bitter taste <br />I took shelter and hid behind the back of half-truths <br />To re-look and re-think to fit again my ill-schemes <br />But when I was asked I said that for a while I went for a ride <br />With my friend for little recreation and to refresh my mood <br />This untrue fact she took to her mind <br />and at heart it hit her lousy hard <br />Since then in another room <br />secretly the mother of truth <br />severely shakes and bitterly cries <br />for the love I made with the dirty lies last night<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deeds-i-did-last-night/
