Asma Khan

August 17th - Poem by Asma Khan

I began my journey when the storm was over
clear and silent, I stepped out of your destiny

The stars were all spent in the darkness of time
dead and wrecked, I moved towards the oceans' rave

Hallowing winds directed me to astrayed islands
lonely and deserted, I began to venture myself

I know you lived by the seasons in harmony after me
happy and gay, you forgot all pains of time

I compromised my dreams for your desires
broken and helpless, I quietened my screaming warth

Sunshine illuminates my vision with bygones
polished and kindled, I longed to live the past again

What harm does the setting moon or sun may have?
smokeless and fearless, I left behind all scars of the past

Seventeenth day of August haunts me to call you back
hushed and doubted, I wonder what do you want me to do?

This is a little like departure when it is no longer 'US'
awed and shocked, I know how deceitful love can be...

The shadows of falling nights are less like me now
composed and dark, I see your dusky eyes dripped in my dreams

The pain is a little like the joy unexplained
soothing and charming, I sensed how extinct bliss can be!

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A few numbers are hard to forget, just like a few wounds!

Comments about August 17th by Asma Khan

  • Kelly Kurt (4/6/2015 2:03:00 PM)

    I understand, Asma. Thank you for sharing your lovely poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

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