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Maryam Musharraf Poem
Mirrors of the soul
Feel remorse
And clean up rapidly
Their swords
With hollow words: - “Hello”
- “Hello”
Some time, out of the empty hives of bees- their lips-
A greeting emerges out shivering
As if a numb chick
Or a ghost quivering
The ghosts of these greetings
Would be shielded by the corpse of the silence
And of course
I will leave this town
Towards strongly beating rivers
Which grasp the throat of weakness
With an openly shouted free roar of greetings
While the flood of the sound
Harshly beats against the cliffs
And their greetings would be heard
In the powerful arms of the vast valley
Where the thunder and darkness
Greet in the same horizon
With glowing heart
Away from mean timid souls
Away of corners of hypocrisy
Away from colorful doors
Two sided mirrors
The mirrors of the soul
Feel remorse.
Copyright © Maryam Musharraf | Year Posted 2017
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Maryam Musharraf Poem
On This day I picked your eyes
And wrote in my diary
Snow is gazing guys
Buries within
I am a giant heater who
Welcomes you all in my quarters
And my hands are so so big
That the Hell they bestow you will
The black giant came then close to me
And the sky went all dark
Like grand ma’s eyes
My parent are the same color as ground
And I am the same color as ground
The soil takes care of me
Since my parents reside in ground
Copyright © Maryam Musharraf | Year Posted 2017
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Maryam Musharraf Poem
That is nobody’s fault
You said,
This window was closed from the very beginning
But my dear fellow!
You could have opened it
By means of a Smile!
Copyright © Maryam Musharraf | Year Posted 2017
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