iqra hassan Poems
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I Am Many Me
I am many "me"…
Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
I am dragging my ‘'forged self' 'everyday,
My visage? my psyche? myseslf? where it be?
Obtuse to envisage the glories around,
Like a husband forgoes his naked wife..
Offended, battered, given everything yet overlooked,
Such forsaken seem blessings of my life..
How do I see beyond, the mirror house I am stuck in?
Mirrors all around, each reflects''me''!
One shows me devil, the other an innocent child,
Liar, manipulator in one, beast in other I ...
My reason, like a seasoned whore,
Deceives, betrays, leaves,
my devout faith behind,
And warms the bed of,
Ever skeptical human being in me,
It cajoles the already rogue,
Fickle creature lying in my head,