Nosheen Irfan Poems

Away into the distance,
in the mountains and the hills
lives a part of me
that scales the heights of dreams
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With only a few leftovers of coldness
The day dawns upon new tender buds
Soft rays turning sharp right above the head
As the day proceeds you want to lighten up
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Where does a poem come from
From the womb of feelings
Or from the ruffled feathers of thoughts
The answer might lie in the silent moments of the night
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I see nothing
Beyond this love
No brightness
No sparks of fantasy
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You are the reason
Of all my seasons
You are the logic
Of my smiles
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March promises growth
To the soil and the soul
March stirs with soft hands
The silent seeds of hope
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Another sun goes down
Another day makes an exit
Slithers like an eel from clutching hands
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Sometimes our words dance
in a rhythmic motion
sometimes bleed like a bullet-riddled body
we are the poets
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A lane of shabby homes
Unfit for any breathing soul
Except these little urchins
Playing in the garbage dumps
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I write to calm the roar
That inside the heart soars
The words I write melt the snow
That covers the storm below
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