A poem by Jawadul Haque
You give me raisins, you give me grapes
You give me colors, you give me shapes
You give me questions, you give me answers
You give me singers, you give me dancers
You give me hope, you give me calm
You give me a home that fits in my palm
You give me long roads, but you give me no gas
You give me a race, but no one to pass
You give me summer nights spent smoking on the roof
You give me culprits without a hint of proof
You give me fires where there’s no smoke
You give me words that make me choke.
You gave me cold, you wanted warm
You yelled, you cried, you left in a storm
You gave me boulders too heavy to lift
You’ve given me your anchor but you’ve gone adrift
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