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Aflah Haque Towa Poem
It is gratifying that,
Words still have simpler forms,
And feelings still have milder versions.
That seasons still change,
And I get to soak up the sun everyday.
How I know,things most don't,
And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me.
How I can love,
And know my heart's bigger,
my sky's bigger,
my smile's bigger,
Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know
The world for me isn't just a place,
It's a mother's love,
A young girl's dreams,
A dead man's wish to be reminisced,
Sweet summer breeze,
A bouquet of tulips,
A child's curiosity,
Not merely a story,an allegory.
Copyright © Aflah Haque Towa | Year Posted 2023
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Aflah Haque Towa Poem
I'll leave my heart here
With muted whispers,buried sunshine
and arrow wounds
I can still feel the astronomic breeze in my
head; desperate.gentle.
Where do I find my place?
Among those endless daydreams and 90s portraits
Who am I being among them?
A warrior queen? or a thirsty ached soldier?
I'll leave my heart here
With cheeky scars,and with silly grin
They all know it
They all know the way it hurts
Still, beyond and above anything
They knows
I've got moonlight above me,and
fresh roses by my side
Copyright © Aflah Haque Towa | Year Posted 2021
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Aflah Haque Towa Poem
It is gratifying that,
Words still have simpler forms,
And feelings still have milder versions.
That seasons still change,
And I get to soak up the sun everyday.
How I know,things most don't,
And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me.
How I can love,
And know my heart's bigger,
my sky's bigger,
my smile's bigger,
Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know
The world for me isn't just a place,
It's a mother's love,
A young girl's dreams,
A dead man's wish to be reminisced,
Sweet summer breeze,
A bouquet of tulips,
A child's curiosity,
Not merely a story,an allegory.
Copyright © Aflah Haque Towa | Year Posted 2023
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Details |
Aflah Haque Towa Poem
It is gratifying that,
Words still have simpler forms,
And feelings still have milder versions.
That seasons still change,
And I get to soak up the sun everyday.
How I know,things most don't,
And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me.
How I can love,
And know my heart's bigger,
my sky's bigger,
my smile's bigger,
Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know
The world for me isn't just a place,
It's a mother's love,
A young girl's dreams,
A dead man's wish to be reminisced,
Sweet summer breeze,
A bouquet of tulips,
A child's curiosity,
Not merely a story,an allegory.
Copyright © Aflah Haque Towa | Year Posted 2023
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