Sara Javed

Freshman - 674 Points (10th December,2015 / Lahore, Pakistan)

Stinging Nettles - Poem by Sara Javed

I shut my eye and I smile,
as my imagination takes over my instincts,
I smile gladly as I open my eyes- a bit hesitant.
And see a large, open ground in front of me,
With flowers and grass waving merrily in the breeze.
I kick of my sandals in pure delight,
an run along bare footed but glad,
the nettles sting my feet, and I give a cry,
as the stinging nettles make my feet bleed,
An the pain is too much for me to bear as I weep.
I come back to my poor senses,
As I walk upon the bed of glass,
and it pierces my feet.
I scream in utmost agony and misery.

Topic(s) of this poem: agony, imagination, misery, pain

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about Stinging Nettles by Sara Javed

  • Kelly Kurt (9/13/2015 1:28:00 PM)


    A very nicely written and deep poem, Sara. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Miraj Raha (9/13/2015 12:05:00 PM)


    Oh I loved what you have created here, the person coming back to the senses to feel the reality, which is so sour. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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