By Ahmed Rayees
I AM A FLOWER My name is Rose. I bloomed in the heavenly garden, Sang with birds and butterflies, Without fear and agony. I played hide and seek, Inside my little fantasy world Suddenly... I lost my way, I lost my songs... I found myself in a dark corner Pierced by innumerable scars, I cried...I screamed... But could not escape those strong claws I lay withered In the dark serpentine. No door opened. No car stopped. I cried...I screamed... My limbs stopped aching. My lungs stopped breathing. I died... I died... I died... Profusely bleeding! I drenched your city red. I am your unresolved question I am your indecisive end -- Getting dissected in the courtrooms Without getting a fair verdict I am waiting... My body is broken, but not my soul One day, I will come back, I will come back as one among you -- May be as your very own daughter…
Ahmad Rayees is a freelance poet and writer from Kashmir valley, currently working with Claylab Education Foundation as a mentor. Claylab aims to alleviate educational inequity and increase economic mobility by providing affordable, quality, and meaningful education to students.
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