Aminath Neena Poems

The wicked witch of the east
Belched after devouring the feast
Her face painted in white rouge
She searched for some crimson blood
...

You, my little fairy

Are a precious little bird,
...

Where there is no respect
for the might
of the pen,
there is no life
...

You, light a candle in your heart

Fill your soul with the brightness of its entourage
Let not this world be a selfish mirage
...

You and I
We are fragments
Of a masterpiece
This you cannot deny
...

Let me invite you
for a dive
into my
flaming
...

His voice
that of gold lace
echoes, Yes! echoes
like a silky wave
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That ambrosial
look
glazed
by those wanton
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Weather, these days seems
As if he is the Referee in a fist fight
Rather a tug of war is how it feels
Among the duo of nature's flight
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Oh you there, you who loathe someone somewhere
Why carry the black beast on your shoulders
When on your left breast there is a fountain?
Fill it to the brim with the essence of love instead
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