Aminath Neena Poems

A fortress of iron
A place of ruin
A jail of some sort
where people sometimes fought
...

A night of glory
With the silver moon peeking
From the soft wisps of white folds
Hand in hand they move
...

Let me invite you
for a dive
into my
flaming
...

His voice
that of gold lace
echoes, Yes! echoes
like a silky wave
...

That ambrosial
look
glazed
by those wanton
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Weather, these days seems
As if he is the Referee in a fist fight
Rather a tug of war is how it feels
Among the duo of nature's flight
...

Oh you there, you who loathe someone somewhere
Why carry the black beast on your shoulders
When on your left breast there is a fountain?
Fill it to the brim with the essence of love instead
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All
the roads
that
I
...

Standing
tiptoe
on
your
...

This morning
as I watched
the sweet edges
of smiling dawn
...