What is?

You ask:
what is more beautiful
than the love that keeps on growing
between you and me?

I ask:
what is more powerful
than the pain that keeps
feeding on the edge of life
without a home?

than the horror
by one single day
too long by starvation
pull and one more emaciated corpse?

than the shame
of one more lie
told crueler by one beating
for the simple demand
to be paid for one man's work?

than
the insanity of a mother to be
lonelier by a never will be child
one more end of time
that came into her womb?

Not a single day goes by
that you aren't on my mind.

Copyrighted Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-2000