Shahzia Batool (Pakistan)
So brief was the phase of colours! ! !
The One- -who never wanted to be the part of the storms
Though she knew them to be her only friend
As storms made her life worth-living...
The phase of colours was brief...yet it lingered with her...
Surrounded by the people- sermonizing...
She was in a fix for what to do...
What if her soul obeys to but her own dictates and not others'?
Her only request to the world was:
'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? '
She longed for the time
When she would drink satisfaction to the desire...
Wild sounds outside...
Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears
Rolling down the cheeks...
A thought hammering...
When will the soul arise from the grave of yearning?
For she had accepted her being unwanted...
She was mortified...
Her last despair killed her
And none could save her
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The storms even! ! !
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