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Eman Iqbal Poem
I look at you, you look at me.
Are you what I could be,
If all my life I was set free?
Not altogether, you were lost.
It made me stronger, but at what cost?
I lost you in pieces here and there,
In winter frost, in summer glare,
In autumn fall, and spring clear.
I lost you in every season of every year,
Bit by bit, until you eventually disappear.
Little by little, another person was shaped.
Little by little, the old person was scraped.
The shell of a new person around was draped.
And when the shell was blown away,
Your real reflection there still lay.
No arguments would make it untrue.
By losing you, I was losing me too,
Because you were me and I was you.
Copyright © Eman Iqbal | Year Posted 2026
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Crumbling around the edges,
cracks on the surface.
Slowly, a chasm opens on the inside.
Suddenly,
the surface splits,
swallowing everything inside.
Not with a flash,
not with a bang —
silently,
as if it had never been there.
That's how my world ended —
right then,right there.
Copyright © Eman Iqbal | Year Posted 2026
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Eman Iqbal Poem
I see you, I see you, I see you
I saw you stutter
I saw you struggle
I saw you suffer
I feel you, I feel you, I feel you
I felt the darkness
I felt the hopelessness
I felt the sadness
I hear you, I hear you, I hear you
I heard the silence
I heard the sobs and cries
I heard the screams
I'm sorry for not noticing it before
All the silent screams lodged in your throat.
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I looked up to them as ideals
But they put me through ordeals
Of compassion, of respect, of kindness—
The people I envisioned were too unreal.
Strangled and throttled by the vines
How could I forget to read the signs
Of beauty, of hope, of fairness—
The life I strived for was too unreal.
Unnoticed, I'm fading away
So tired now, I don't want to stay
Of serenity, of tranquility, of happiness—
The world I dreamed of was too unreal.
I had to let someone know
But you had to deliver the final blow
Of love, of empathy, of humility—
The concept of you in my mind was too unreal.
Copyright © Eman Iqbal | Year Posted 2026
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