Raihana Abdul Jabbar

The murky shadows..
Stillness of the dark....
Chilly night, hooting hollows...
No sign of my lark...
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Leaning against the gigantic, geometric sculptures...
The fresh scent of the sea, I breathed in thankfully...
Listening to the water, the mesmerising murmur...
And the friendly call of the homeward gull...
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Twinkling dew on leaves of pine,
Her face, mirrors sunshine...
With spirit of a songbird,
She chuckles, a happy soul...
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Holding dad's little finger,
I eyed the colourful covers.
Permission granted to choose,
There! I was DAZED! ! !
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Cutting into the midnight-blue sky,
Lined with a faded red glow,
He came, with radiance of a thousand rays...
Peeping from, among the craggy green hills,
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She's wild, heady and tough, a shade of harlequin.
Curtain for any stranded bedouin.

Galvanizing love was her charm,
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This convoluted mass of neurons.
With higher functional quotient,
Than honeybees, hyenas and herons.
Serotonin or adrenaline?
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The Hourglass of my life....
Spent the last grain of sand...
Now, it turns upside down....
Midnight descends around me...
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Sunshine pierces through...
Lighting up my room to it's fill...
There isn't a slightest clue,
What awaits me, a morning at the sill...
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I never knew her...
She was all vague...
Her eyes were distant...
But deep down, I loved her so much...
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A Pleasant Sunday Morning...
The Zealous Blue Eyes...
With Light at the end of the Tunnel...
Looked unto his Mother..
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I close my eyes...
Not to see shadows..

But the glow of my life...
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Oh! No!
Grapes, Apples...
Orange too...
Mom's romping around...
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Flawless crimson blooms…
Dance around in glee…
But, I dread the lurking thorns…
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I'm a student,
An aspiring dentist...
But my back is now bent,
Crushing weight of 'to-do' list...
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She's your daughter,
You wonder, where is her laughter...

You claim to give her happiness,
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Purple and black swirls in,
Shifting the orange and blue of daylight...
Worshipers of The Milky Way,
Whirl around, gleaming like diamonds...
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Soaring high up in the sky,
Catching sight of the slightest stir...
Hiding behind the green curtains,
Ready to pounce on the weakest...
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When she was five,
I saw her first,
Trotting behind her mom,
She was pretty...
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Why the road so dire?
Why follow the fire?
Why vociferate endlessly?
You have unpredictable power! ! !
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