Used to be...

At home, 1.30am

Used to be at a comfy place,

Where it's higher than many living things,

Sharing a lot together,

Laugh, cry, and even gossiping,

Like there's no tomorrow.

One day it fell down hard,

The body becomes itchy,

The leafs tear apart,

And the soul is wounded. 

The other half remains at its place,

Looking at his dying friend,

Trying to help but ended up doing nothing,

Wanting to say but it's too late. 

                                                   

We plan but...

Forgot that Allah has a good plan of all.

                      

                                                          (nisa, 2015)