Love Poems & Poetry

I was made to believe that there is only one key to open the door,
There is really no other.
I handed the precious key to the one I most trusted,
As he promised he will never goes backward, after he entered.
Beyond the door he saw a garden,
He walked around and pricked his finger on a thorn,
He was too afraid to move on.
He finally walked away,
No longer can wait even for a second to stay,
Leaving his footsteps all the way,
Stepped out from the door and gone astray.
The door now is left locked,
So the flowers at the garden withered,
Because the precious key has broke,
No one can possibly enter.
Suddenly came a key smith,
He was holding a bunch of keys on his hand,
Among those keys I spotted the one,
Which looks similar to my broken one.
I asked the key smith to have a look at the key,
And gently he handed me,
I said yes, it is similar
But the key smith said that one is better.
I hold the key softly not to broke it,
The key is unbreakable he guaranteed,
From the toughest metal he has made it,
And he proved that it is not like what I believed.
The key smith had made me feel so sure,
That my dreams are still worth pursuing,
If he is willing to step in then I swear,
Hand in hand we will stroll around the garden to the happy ending.
– this poem is dedicated to Abdul Rasyid Bin Yatim

This post was submitted by srikandimerah.

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