asma bahrainwala Poems

If only I could
Go back in time,
I would relive
All the happy moments
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When he saw her
The very first time,
All that he knew was
That she was his.
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The cursor blinking
On a blank page,
As blank as
My blank mind.
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What a bright day!
After too long,
It has been this way.
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A dying bird
Once confided in me.
She bemoaned her terrible fate
And told me how it came to be.
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A long-stemmed red rose
Swaying and spreading sweet smell
Oblivious of thorns.
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The process of creation—
Churning, grinding, distilling.
The myriad expressions—
Tossing, turning, burning.
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We spend all our life—
Waiting for the moment right;
Waiting for the prospect right;
Waiting for the person right.
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Last night, I sat by my window
In a meditative mood,
Gazing at the clouds
That veiled the starry firmament,
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I am built that way—
No alterations can be made.

Everyone says—
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