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Amna Tariq Poem
I’m so done with the way,
This community stays,
We talk about change,
But look the other way,
All this deviation,
From the people of this nation,
Is causing all of this perturbations.
Being a woman is a sin,
Be thin, Be thick, Be smart,
Play your part.
Act the way this society says, Just so that it suppresses you
and smashes your pride,
“ Just be a good bride “
And you’re just left staring at them wide eyed
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Let me crawl into my lovers bones
Let his lips whisper false words of security.
Let me crawl into my lovers bones
Let his arms give me the warmth I’ve been searching for.
Let me crawl into my lovers bones
To feel the laughter reverberating around me.
Let me crawl into my lovers bones
Let us create a mould for our love, one not too big, not too small.
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There is a sacred cave,
Filled with love,
So high and so above,
Where the winter sky’s are the coldest,
There lives a man who’s known as the oldest.
He tells tales of the modest,
The few that make it to the forest,
For that’s where the journey of love begins,
In the minds of the few who are ferocious.
However these are the foolish,
Blinded by the sight of romance,
In hopes of finding a love filled with hopeful wishes,
But they’re only caught in the traps of concupiscence.
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Amna Tariq Poem
‘Nature’
I lay on the pillowy grass
green needles poking my cheek
announcing their minute presence in my life
The eagles circle my body
watching me lay for seconds, hours, days.
They pass by as the gentle breeze shifts tendrils of my hair to curl up against my cheek, seeking shelter from the wind.
As flowers bloom on my skin,
A silent arrival of new life growing from within me
Slowly, finally,
I become one with the song of chirping birds and rustling leaves.
- Amna Tariq.
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There’s nothing to remember,
You’ll be a part forever,
Of those memories you seem to see,
Because of which you’ll always be with me ,
My head doesn’t feel right,
You’re unfamiliar in my eyes,
They stay as cold and hard as ice,
And I will always sympathise,
With you, With them, With myself,
My head isn’t so clear,
My life’s a car that I can’t steer,
The right people, the right direction
The final line where we surrender,
Because I will always be a pretender.
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Amna Tariq Poem
‘Change’
Eager to change?
Not really.
All you are is susceptible to society.
God forbid we feel what you feel.
There’s no such thing as anxiety.
Lock your doors and close your windows.
We don’t want to hear the cries of widows.
Live in a perfect world.
Where there’s nothing to change
Because that’s what brought an end to every great dynasty’s fame.
- Amna Tariq.
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Amna Tariq Poem
‘The devils hour’
The devils hour
With its red hues
Painting my room blue
With the reflection of my mirror.
A parallel me.
We’re the same but are we?
What world do you see?
Do you feel what I feel
Or is it just me?
You’re everything I’m not
And everything I long to be.
It’s just me.
You’re me and I’m you.
We’re the only ones in this room.
The devils hour and me.
-A.T
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