Mama
The following entry symbolizes Hilmi’s idiosyncrasies towards love and affection. Compassion seems to be a strange world to him. Let’s pray that God’s Mercy will heal his dry soul. And may God bless this cold guy.
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Ma
These eyes are watching me
Flying up there like singing birds
Whispering me some beautiful words
Are you okay in Melbourne, Mi?
Yes I am, Ma
These eyes are watching me
Shining up there like glittering stars
Casting away all my frightening scars
Have you had your dinner, Mi?
Yes I have, Ma
These eyes are watching me
Making me ashamedly helpless
Driving me sinfully restless
Did you recite Al-Fatihah for me, Mi?
Yes I did, Ma
These eyes are watching me
Playing back the sad symphony
Bringing back the unspoken agony
Do you want me to stop watching you, Mi?
Yes I do, Ma
But these eyes are still watching me
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