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You are made of poems.
Utterly somber,
yet beautifully written,
plunging into the abyss
of a lost soul.

You are a symphony of sounds.
Starkly melancholic,
yet a soothing lullaby.

You are bursting with flowers.
Seemingly ordinary,
yet wonderfully blossoming,
oozing with sunshines,
rainbows, and butterflies.
Here's a story.
I saw him standing on the hallway
while walking
and I caught myself being a Cheshire cat.

oh lord,
what a Greek God he is.
Gravity just pulled my heart and my soul into the earth core,
I admired his pretty face,
and my mind clouded by lust.

The second time I saw him,
I still caught myself being a Cheshire cat.
superficial infatuation
When I was two years old
The sun was just ball of fire that in the sky rolled
The full moon was a round stone in the dark sky
I knew mum and dad would never say bye
The kindergarten teacher taught kids were bought
Many of our favorite heroes were mostly cops
Every guy behind bars was a dangerous criminal
And what the minister stood for was biblical
All who went to church had no stain
Friends would never cause us pain
We enjoyed playing with dirt
Many times fell from tree and were hurt
We knew our leaders would bring peace
And our childhood fancies would never cease

Today with radiance I turned twenty and two
Our nearest star was full of radiance too
The spring night was lit with moon rays
Mom and dad could not agree so they parted ways
My friend had a baby girl with his bride
And our cops executed law according to tribe
The civil right activist was wrongfully convicted
The ministers no longer care for those afflicted
My pagan neighbor and parishioners are all the same
And for my latest pains my friends are mostly to blame
The doctor said dirt was the cause of my diseases
And I had to avoid it to reduce my medical fees
Our politicians masterminded our newest wars
And adulthood came early with too many chores
Wrote this on my twenty second birthday. How I view the world had greatly changed how I used to see it when I was just two years old
Mainay kal apnay aapko dekha tha apni ammi ankhon may
Yeh aina mujhay boorha nahi batata
(The above language is a mixture of Urdu and Hindi.)

English Translation

I saw myself in my mother's eyes yesterday
And those mirrors don't say that i'm old
For a mother,her child will always be like a child...no matter how old they get.
 Sep 2016 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Polar
Child of mine please know

All things have a season

All things have a time

If stars can fall, then crash and burn

Humans fight and fail to learn

Then time has nought to teach

The blind will never learn to see

And the deaf will fail to hear

Even mighty rivers run dry

And seas can also die

Today

my heart stopped beating

But time has taught me this...

Love is where you find it

Follow joy wherever you can

Hope can spring eternal

Fellowship remains in man
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