I turned around and hold my breath
when I see my little sister holding her dear dolls
you bought her last time you went abroad.
on her half wet tears soaked pillows
singing this monotonous song she has learnt to sing,
'Oh! my beautiful bear
in my hands you swiftly roll
how I admire you soft fur
that never goes far from me
my close confidant,my tear drier.'
This song that stings my soul
whenever I see you glued to your new IPhone X
without a clue of the agony our hearts suffer
from your absence in our lifes
©mohamednur
M