Atta Ul Munim Zahid

I Bleed, I Write - Poem by Atta Ul Munim Zahid


I bleed, I write.
Blood became ink,
The chopped fingers,
Went calligraphing horror.

I bleed,
And no one saw,
The night was cruel,
Now the day is dark.

I cry,
For the painful scar,
Seeping in pain,
The blood looks rose.

My tears,
Made a river in front -
Folks crossed, washing their feet.

I writhed,
O! The pain of helplessness,
The death seemed easy.

I exist?
I was nowhere.
Are they alive?
Because the soul, keeps life.

I bleed and write
And no one knows me,
But I write,
I went writing…
For those, who can't cry,
Who can't write, like I wrote.

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Form: Free Verse

Comments about I Bleed, I Write by Atta Ul Munim Zahid

  • Jazib Kamalvi (7/29/2017 1:49:00 PM)

    A great start with a nice poem, Atta. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 29, 2017

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 29, 2017

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