Mariam Taufeeq Poems

The sky is calling
The march of battle reigns
And the clouds are shot with red
While I stand
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Every step on this dreary platform
Burns fire in the ground,
Sparks threaten to engulf me,
Phoenix flames promenade my heart.
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The crickets indulge in nocturnal melody
And the wind seems to be murmuring secrets;
And the world is still and at peace.
But somewhere, out there, far from here,
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They called her an orphan, a vagrant,
A thief, a witch and a soul
With no purpose; just a vacant
Mind, roaming the woods
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I saw her walking up the path.
Up the garden path.
To my door.
She was like a ray of sun.
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ON PESSIMISM

Riding my streamlined horse of a ship
That turquoise perfumes waft away,
I sail towards the yoke of dawn
And towards the light of day.
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Don't ever look at me,
Avert your eyes, stare away,
My darkness no longer a poignant call,
But something to fear.
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The drops of dew like little water sprites,
Danced on evergreen platforms
In late twilight.
They danced and danced,
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The wind howls to lament the sorrows
That people are too weak to endure.
The rain washes away all the heartache and the stains
Of yesterday.
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I can see the light
That shines past the skylight,
A million miles away.
I can see the globe of the moon and the stars,
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