Barima Basoah Poems

I wish to see you
and not just to see you
but that you will see me too.
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I only felt,
I only thought,
that I had no word,
to tell a tale.
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I wish, I wish, is a taboo.
If so, all deserve to be banished.
If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
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The globe is filled with air,
breathing for life, feeling the breeze,
I tried to add fragrance to the air,
for pleasant and agreeable scent,
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I don't want my eyes to see,
what I don't want to see.
A monster for beauty.
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Arts make the world beautiful.
Women faces are now canvases,
being the artists and the art works themselves,
terrible at doing for self, good at doing for others,
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Blood is thicker than water,
but they prefer water.
my heart is cut into pieces,
man's enemy is his own household,
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Eyes blind me,
that I cannot see anymore.
Now I am as blind as a shadow.
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Stuck in the muddy swamp,
heavy rain is pouring,
I only wish to swim.
Stuck in the deep of the valley,
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I hear myself,
I whisper in the dark,
cry aloud to call someone near and far,
my voice fills the space and echoes back to me,
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