Asma Khan


The Wilted Rose - Poem by Asma Khan

I have grown weary of
spending my breathes in moments
gathering myself in time's vessels
like unknown remnants

I have grown weary of
escaping dreadful realities into dreams
blinking and hiding the painful sights
like twinkling tears in streams

I have grown weary of
flickering till the very last
hoping to find my end
like a nomadic forecast

I have grown weary of
mirroring my beliefs into dead tales
emptying my soul's grieves
like unheard wails

I have grown weary of
begging to live my own rights
Satisfying nature's call
like a battle with so many plights

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Form: Couplet


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is an approach to many occasions in one's life.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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