Waking up every day to the switched-on lamp
Her eyelids barred, her dreams unbarred.
Casketing her emotions aside safely,
Wiping the black teary eyes herself,
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Fatima, it is beautiful. She felt the city as free as a bird, She was timid, and what else could she be? She thought it was beautiful, And how bad could it be?
What a sad piece of poetry regarding a woman's life. Made me cry.
A great start with a nice poem, Fatima. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks
How could she do that? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Good start