Aisha Sherazi

Rookie (London, UK)

Aisha Sherazi Poems

1. Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Survival 3/28/2006
2. Communication 3/26/2006
3. Fear 3/28/2006
4. The Conversation Of Dreamers 3/26/2006
5. A Perfect Pain 5/11/2006
6. You'Ve Made Me Aware 5/17/2006
7. Boy's Games 3/29/2006
8. A Mother's Seed Of Love 5/13/2006
9. How Poemhunter.Com Works 5/7/2006
10. A Quiet Place 4/6/2006
11. Woman In Glass Tower 3/31/2006
12. Poems Don'T Have To Rhyme 5/5/2006
13. For My History Teacher 4/17/2006
14. Child's Curiosity 3/29/2006
15. Bickering About The Bathroom 3/26/2006
16. Box (Being Controlled) 3/29/2006
17. The End 6/1/2006
18. Bunny Slippers (Tm) (For Will) 9/2/2006
19. Arafat Is Dead Now Let's All Be Friends 3/29/2006
20. Demons Within Me 3/28/2006
21. Dear Draft Box, Dear Inbox 4/17/2006
22. Your Voice 3/29/2006
23. Islamic Perspectives On Haloween 4/3/2006
24. Five More Minutes 7/5/2006
25. The Way You Smell 5/11/2006
26. Experiencing Love Through The Senses 6/26/2006
27. Driving Along 3/29/2006
28. Door To New Pain 3/26/2006
29. Husbands 3/28/2006
30. Dear Tomorrow 3/28/2006
31. The Cup Of Love 3/28/2006
32. Two Types 4/1/2006
33. Nothing Changes 4/29/2006
34. The Perfect 'Friend' 3/28/2006
35. Clutter 3/28/2006
36. I Dream Of A Perfect School 3/28/2006
37. Boxed Love 3/26/2006
38. Structure 4/3/2006
39. Walking Away 4/6/2006
40. Chasing The Wind 3/29/2006
Best Poem of Aisha Sherazi

Butterfly, The Creature Of Change And Survival

I grow,
I struggle,
I am not nurtured,
Nor cared for,
I learn the harsh lessons,
Of Life,
Alone.

Then,
Satisfied in my growth,
Having learnt my lessons,
I gain maturity,
I am ready,
For change.

I build walls,
Around myself,
To protect,
This change,
For change I must.

I hang,
Waiting patiently,
Change must occur,
For what else is left?

I push now,
I am impatient,
I have waited,
Long enough,
It is time.
I’ll show this world,
That I can survive.

One side of me,
Is...

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Island

I am an island,
Isolated,
Surrounded by sea.
Locked by my own destiny.

The sea teases my shores,
It talks to me about the Moors.

It gives me a taste of freedom,

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