Shafna Shamsuddin Poems

Despondent, and wrinkling inside
Held on to a crumbling wall side
Or should I say, it was
an idea of the wall
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Brother mine
I hold a name as that of thine
For you, its divine
For me somehow entwine
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Different is all I did to be wrong
Different is evil, they said all along
They shun me down in the city of love
Locked me up very high above…
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Raised in a hell, to be scared of lights
Prayed a lot, to get through the nights
Locked up lurking inside a glass cage
Waiting by the doorstep, hoping to fly, before I age
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By the gloomy woods of kismet,
flows a river of silence
On the other side, I see,
the dancing silhouette of desire
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Cursive it was … how you wrote
In black …and used a fountain pen
It was, indeed, a beautiful one
You used the same even back then
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