Raihana Abdul Jabbar

Rookie - 404 Points (13/07/1992)

Born To Please - Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

Day break,
The drowsy helium ball,
Shot a faint purple glow,
Hidden under the blanket of distant horizon.
Tightly wound into a spiral,
Morning glory woke up at the chilly touch,
Gentle fingers of light.
Unravelled herself into a trumpet,
Rich azure, beauty unfathomable.
Heart shaped leaves, and tender vines.
'Heavenly blue', they called her.
She was born to please,
Her mind swelled in glee.

Humming birds and butterflies,
Gave way to lightning bugs.
Morning glory, faded and curled,
Reveled in the twilight of her life.
Greasy hands laid themselves upon her.
A scrawny rat of a man,
Hovered around, sniffing,
Ripping. Crushing. Burning.
All at once, she was only white smoke, Clinging onto the insides of a lunatic.
She was born to please, indeed.
What else did drugs of leisure achieve?

Topic(s) of this poem: drugs

Comments about Born To Please by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/6/2015 7:11:00 AM)

    Beautiful poetry. Description of dawn and dusk is so charismatic. Liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

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