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Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Would that your tears, I could wipe.
Or that offender, I could stripe.
Would do whatever you like.
Just to make you alright.
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Miserable I am, stucked.
My mind's wynds, entwined.
Inside burning, being indecisive.
Attempted to decipher, all in vain.
A maze unsolved; the unsaid pain
Perplexed **** thoughts' umbra
Darking in pursuit of seeking.
The more they amalgamate;
the more I Separate
Wretched. Same do all bear?
Distracted by despair;
I ended up nowhere.
Noor Fatima Apr 2020
Entered a place, unseen.
While connected to soul
deep down.
Travelled a long distance;
but not weary.
Probably to see her beloved;
she came forth.
Her serene presence of a black hole, beseeched.
Struck with inner conflict,
Not a single frown on.
People with eerie laughter
keeping an eagle eye on.
Morosely pored, if to ask or not?
Mounted up courage,
not to forlorn
"What's the name of this place?"
Everyone laughed, as if
they knew naught.
Striving to see behind the curtain.
Wouldn't catch up this time too or
Had to go much farther, was true?
Got demons after? Or emotionally ambivalent?
Sought out till filled with light.
Was rescued.
Let it be a dream, concoction or reality...
Who knows?

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