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Nazmin Saikia Poem
I was walking into a garden
That resembles the Eden.
With flowers and fruits
hanging by the grooves.
I looked to my right,
a pond with ducks hanging by the side.
They wiggled around their huts,
eating fish and sitting in the mud.
I walked toward a gate,
decorated with birds on stage.
With flowers leaving an alluring fragrance,
I arrived at a cage-like entrance.
A man-made paradise,
with swans in black and white,
Swimming in the lake with grace and delight.
Walked towards a bridge,
with a waterfall and bright-coloured Koi fish.
I left the cage with awe and grace,
But deep inside I felt a rage.
I marched towards a bewitching cave,
with chains and a net that closed the grave.
Bright and beautiful macaws on flight,
hanging to the dome and crying with might.
A beautiful paradise in sight for the sapiens,
a locked prison for the winged maidens.
They sang a melancholic song,
Living in agony, its grasp so strong.
I left the cage in utter dismay,
a song in my heart left to repay.
The small beaks trying to break,
the iron cage that held their freedom at stake.
I wish to go back again,
To free those wings from the pain.
Yet my hands were tied,
Just like caged wings, my soul died.
Copyright © Nazmin Saikia | Year Posted 2024
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Nazmin Saikia Poem
I look around for beauty
trying to step out
locked in a castle
castle I built of my mind with ice
to stop the flowing of emotions
I had to hide my failures somewhere deep
I built a castle
in the oceans feet
a castle of ice
hoping it will melt
with the warmth of someone bright
but came none
a soul that could melt
through the thick castle of ice
So my mind is stuck
forever in ice
in hopes of melting
through purpose of life
Copyright © Nazmin Saikia | Year Posted 2023
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Nazmin Saikia Poem
I woke up in the middle of the night,
looking around to see anything bright.
I started walking towards a door,
barefoot on a slippery floor.
I walk towards a locked room,
a void so dark felt like doom.
Inside sat a girl, with expressions so pale,
Eyes so dreamy, like narrating a tale.
She sat there staring at the stars beneath the cloud,
with a face shouting for help out loud.
I glanced closely at her mundane face,
Oh, that was me admiring the other side with grace.
She had a tale hidden in her lips,
maybe her life fell in between the tips.
I wonder why she sat here,
locked herself for a reason so mere.
Then I heard the door open,
this wasn't heard so often.
Entered a divine light,
and I disappeared in a might.
Copyright © Nazmin Saikia | Year Posted 2024
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