Anarat Fatima Poems

The basement of my heart
Where you once had a tenure
Was swallowed and overcome
By your brutal amour
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Dark, divergent, dim, decontrolled
Some are island, some are more
Tangled, tortured, tyrannized, tough
Some are maze, some are whole
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A little bit of snow in the month of July
And hot blows of air in freezing December
Am I crazy? Or is the world upside down?
Daisies growing on the west side of tower
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You were my redemption
When my escape was closed
Like raindrops towered green grass
When the fields were dozed
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I had gold, silver and all the keys
I had city and the world on its knees
I slept on a soft-pillowed bed
And saw a wall full of roses ahead
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Deforming bodies,
Shifting shapes
Going through a hundred different gates
There's blood on my hands, i can't erase
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The blue in her eyes,
That she tries to hide,
Is as clear as
The painted royal sky
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