Maryam Musharraf Poet Blank verse

Syria

On This day I picked your eyes
And wrote in my diary
Snow is gazing guys 
Buries within

I am a giant heater who
Welcomes you all in my quarters
And my hands are so so big
That the Hell they bestow you will

The black giant came then close to me
And the sky went all dark
Like grand ma’s eyes
My parent are the same color as ground
And I am the same color as ground
The soil takes care of me
Since my parents reside in ground

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Ibohal Kshetrimayum November 20, 2018 at 11:38 AM Only someone with beautiful soul can write like this. "And the sky went all dark/ like grandma's eyes..wonderful line. Thanks for sharing.

Paul Callus August 28, 2017 at 5:17 PM An expressive poem about your mother country, Maryam. Impressed by that giant metaphor...hopefully the darkness will change to light! Regards // paul Maryam Musharraf August 29, 2017 at 6:25 AM Thank you Paul for your comment. Actually Syria is not my mother land, however i feel close to the suppressed people there.

Ravi Sathasivam August 28, 2017 at 8:32 AM Excellent. Beautifully said. Enjoyed reading reading it. Thanks for sharing it. Maryam Musharraf August 28, 2017 at 11:03 AM Thanks Ravi for your commment

Asad Abdalle August 14, 2017 at 5:03 PM Maryam, Mansha Allah, it is beautiful. So deep that I couldn't stop reading over and over. well come to poetry soup.