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Dead leaves
are falling,
like sighs
from a winter
sky.
My first ten word poem. I hope it is not too terrible.
Mehma Kunwar Dec 2014
Tears vanish from my lids
When i think of those favoured kids
Whom those beasts thought as dead
Coloured in the bruises of red
No matter how much their guns strived  
They still, are alive. (3:169)
I belong to an APS the one which got attacked and I'm not scared. We are Pakistanis and our blood maybe cheap to you but not cold.
141: Never forget, never forget.
Mehma Kunwar Dec 2014
Hurt me and it doesn't feel
Lie to me and it doesn't matter
Shout at me and I won't mind
**** me and I won't care
Not because I'm numb
But tired
Of being ungrateful
For the breath
I just took.
Don't you think we are sometimes too unthankful for all the blessings we have?
  Nov 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Just Melz
She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?
Mehma Kunwar Nov 2014
How I wonder
that
the blots
on my heart
are
the only colours
I have
in my life.
The only thing that I think should be mine isn't supposed to be.
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