Blue Prints Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
Blue Prints
Many try to master
The architecture of a bridge
I worked day and night
On a bridge intended to break.
So many things she says
So little which is meant
If bridges lie they fall apart
But why make the architect suffer?
I left the broken bridge
And combed through the blue prints
Tried to find something wrong
Something which made the bridge
Lose its strong.
She confuses me.
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