Zaira Fatima Aftab Poems

Like an Unwritten Lyric,
Filled with rhapsody, and
Schmaltz, There is a ballad inside me,
Waiting to waltz...
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Lying in bed,
Engulfed in threads of the blanket,
I close my eyes,
To picturize, the adventures dead and buried,
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Don't heed me as weak, or naive,
For I have fought with demons, guised as angels,
Ran in circles, drenched in misery,
Slashed by hatred, blamed with pretence,
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He took shelter behind her,
Proving; Men can be vulnerable
Too...
©Z.F.A
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