No connection I find between earthquake and rain
Yet she shakes and cries for the deeds I did last night
At a restaurant I took a plate of fried rice
and two pieces of boneless fish
And rubbed a title chicks against chicks
and kissed the pod- lips of white lies
but I wonder what is that to her
what's the relation the mother of truth has with me!
I did not do anything and kept myself aloof
to save my skin and avoid her bitter taste
I took shelter and hid behind the back of half-truths
To re-look and re-think to fit again my ill-schemes
But when I was asked I said that for a while I went for a ride
With my friend for little recreation and to refresh my mood
This untrue fact she took to her mind
and at heart it hit her lousy hard
Since then in another room
secretly the mother of truth
severely shakes and bitterly cries
for the love I made with the dirty lies last night
Abdul Wahab
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deeds-i-did-last-night/
