Aminath Neena Poems

The wicked witch of the east
Belched after devouring the feast
Her face painted in white rouge
She searched for some crimson blood
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A fortress of iron
A place of ruin
A jail of some sort
where people sometimes fought
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Where there is no respect
for the might
of the pen,
there is no life
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You, light a candle in your heart

Fill your soul with the brightness of its entourage
Let not this world be a selfish mirage
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You and I
We are fragments
Of a masterpiece
This you cannot deny
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You, my little fairy

Are a precious little bird,
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I

can feel
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I was looking
at your picture
today
just like I always do
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Standing across the bridge
gazing into an oblong ridge
of the deep mesmerizing kind
I am lost-
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Oh Palestine
I weep for you
In this dissolute darkness
Suffocating in this pitiful abyss
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