My sister had a boyfriend called Hafeez
He’d come to the house once or seven times a week
They loved each other that I know
I wished to have that someday I thought so
They’d be in her room laughing for hours
That should be no sin I guess
At least not ours
And then he’d go home and she’d still be smiling
One day it rained
And my sister cried
When I asked she said
“it’s over, Hafeez left”
She never smiled again
Not even at a joke
She stopped giggling
And took nothing but coke
One day we went out
And she met another boy
A handsome one I must say
She smiled for once in a very long time
He took her number and said he’d call
He did call about seven times or more
But she didn’t pick up instead she smiled a sad smile
Showing no teeth then she said
“He’s not Hafeez”
