Samah Khan Poems

The leaves curl with the dusk of the day,
Like cats they coil and shrink;
They bend their green (or such) crowns as if to pray
And raise it not till the sky grows pink
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Will you not walk a mile,
Where ten are asked?
Will you not hold on to the line
Over which the rest have surpassed?
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Loneliness-it has been like my shadow,
An overgrown weed, meant to be but a midget,
Increasing in size and height until I was overtaken by its unremitting intensity,
Until it subjugated me,
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I was once a stormy weather,
A grey cloud in a darkened sky,
A white mist on a moonsoon night,
A child's eyes, unafraid to cry
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Without you, the mundane morning clattering of the maid’s cutlery,
Is naught but senseless noise; with you, it is music-
Without you, the biting summer sun in all its glory is barely more
Than a faceless speck on the horizon; with you I dare not confuse it.
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Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too is in plentiful pain.
Pain too prays for reprieve from the Lord,
It too wishes for a merciful end;
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THE NYMPH AND I

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The thought of losing you is no less than a catastrophe,
Even such a notion in itself is a disaster.
Suns and moons have faded away all my life,
This is one talent I can claim to have mastered.
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I see their dark expressions as
They try to stare me down
I lift my head, my eyes are blank
As I muster an indifferent frown
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Write me a poem, dearly beloved,
Write of your love, your fidelity, your proclivity
For doing what is right for me, not what is right;
Speak to me of what you feel
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