The answer came <br />From up above high <br />The messenger who brought it <br />Was shinning so bright <br />She gave me the letter <br />And smiled sadly to me <br />She said it’s the answer <br />Which I appealed <br />I took the letter <br />With trembling hands <br />Slowly tenderly <br />I opened it with despair <br />Peeling away like a shell <br />Like breaking open my fate <br />My life ended in these few lines <br />“O dear child <br />we sent you in this world <br />sent you to weep to cry <br />we forgot to make someone <br />who could be close to you <br />but now it’s too late <br />to make a new”<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-messege/
