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Salma Malik Poem
New rains kiss the earth,
Seeds sprout from the darkened depths,
Life dances anew.
Copyright © Salma Malik | Year Posted 2024
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Sparks dwindled too soon,
Leaving behind dark ashes,
And silence that burns.
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Cradling every scar,
Singing each pain to the wind,
Till I owned my song.
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The sun still rises,
Savannas awaken with hoots,
Life breathes, heart still beats.
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It comes whisking in when least expected,
Its steps silent, its grip too cold.
It slips through cracks, unseen and unchecked,
No whistle blown, no stories told.
Whether the doors are opened or locked,
It doesn't knock to take its due.
Whether the windows are open or closed,
It cares not for the clear sky or view.
It will one day meet us all, face to face,
Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow.
It visits only at its chosen time, regardless of place,
Carrying both peace and sorrow.
May the heavens be pleased when the last breath is drawn,
For it is a phantom force we can never deflect.
Copyright © Salma Malik | Year Posted 2025
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They say,
Be not moved by gold,
Nor charmed by crowns,
Nor swayed by faces
Carved like the dawn.
But by hearts that give
Without asking for more,
By spirits clothed in grace,
Stitched with kindness.
Yet we—fragile beings,
Spun from dust and desire,
Bow often to the gleam,
Reaching for what glitters.
They say,
Let the heart lead the way,
Let the soul discern freely,
That true beauty lies
In soft-spoken words.
But we—flawed and fleeting,
Walk past the sacred,
Chasing shimmery mirages,
Bruising the hands of need.
They say,
Love the one who listens
When silence falls,
Who sees you not as conquest,
But as home—a safe haven.
Yet the eyes, ever hungry,
Falls for the sparks,
And not the hot flames,
That lingers in quiet devotion.
And while character fades,
Into the noise we choose,
The soul stays hushed,
Whimpering beneath glitters.
Copyright © Salma Malik | Year Posted 2025
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Food — The gift of soil and hand,
A miracle that sprang from sand,
Quenching hunger, warming souls,
Is the bite and sip from steaming bowls.
The ripened fruits and tender greens,
Eaten with crusty loaf of grains,
With flavours bold, textures sweet,
Making every bite a rare retreat.
A vital force that flows within,
Building bones and mending skin,
Is the dance of taste and nature's art,
Stitching and weaving every part.
A silent thanks, for juicy sips,
And every morsel that graced the lips.
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Footsteps echo, whispers fade,
grief lingers where light once dwelled.
The earth sighs, arms stretched wide,
cradling silence, rocking pain and loss.
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Opened the doors wide,
To the soft morning light,
And the grey windows too,
For the morning breeze.
Love alone, we thought,
Will teach them the 'hows'
To pat-hug with gentle care,
While holding them dear.
Let it slide and slip away,
we told our silly selves—
let the slimy words go,
Numb the heavy hands.
Turn a little deaf today,
To all the bruising noise,
Turn a little blind again,
To the subtle glaring eyes.
Because we believed
we were truly loving them,
Because we believed
we cherished them alone.
If poured long enough,
Love would soften them.
If patted with patience,
Their edges would smooth.
But love without fences,
Is like a garden left bare,
Trampled by ugly, dirty feet,
Dragged in by our hands.
Allowing comfort to breed,
Nothing but sour contempt,
Saying, "It's fine, my dear,"
When it really, really hurts.
Carving cornered holes,
Where resentment blooms,
Not toward the dirty hands,
But the pitiful mirrored self.
The self that stayed cold,
When it needed to spark.
The self that stayed mute,
When it needed to roar.
Copyright © Salma Malik | Year Posted 2025
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Beneath the Baobab,
Two hearts beat the drums of love,
Eyes sparkle with warmth.
Copyright © Salma Malik | Year Posted 2024
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