Bidisha Sharaf Poems

Seeing the bars
My heart was trembling.
The man beside him knew us.
His ugly laughing face reminded me of every grave mistakes that I committed.
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After passing the night with confusion
I thought that I am too habituated to the urban life.
Is it really necessary to leave my cozy bed and
See the unseen?
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There be a bottle of wine

Beside me; a glass of the same in my hand.
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Stop coming in my dreams
So that I can sleep peacefully,
Do not bother even if I wake up or not
Because it suits you perfectly.
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You are not going to wake up,

No matter how many times I call you.
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This will not come back.
These clapping hands, those shiny eyes
There will be no podium.
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A peeping face from that mom made cotton coverlet
Sneaked into my rug!
Wanting to be friends and
You became my thug!
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This breathlessness in me wants to know
Where I left you.
A continuity of staying away
May not stop you but me.
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No, I do not want to be your Dido,
I do not want to be left over.
Will you listen to your father, Aeneas?
Are you scared about
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Have you ever been on a roller coaster ride

Where you constantly felt you were going down?
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