Sweetened Lies Poem by Asma Khan

Be the ocean of bright dawns
this eagerness is right to all wrongs


That I might go on hopping for you, dead end
such scars have made me your legend


Wounded by the air and needing nothing
smiling at the pains isn't that loving


Your voice alone, amongst million of storms
brings back life to me in all norms


Leave me to write your name on the running water
so time can tell our tale in every quarter


Turn again to the upland slopes and live
wish nor to give but to forgive


Believing the sea was a sky of mysteries
I burnt many stars to erase those histories


That the stars were dew in your dusky eyes
many galaxies were true to such lies