Munia Khan Poems

Lying in bed
Someone’s staring
At the ceiling
Thinking nothing
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Tanka

(I)
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What the hell am I doing here inside this black and white stripe suit?
I’ve never wanted the correctional facilities for myself
I’ve never dreamt of such soul sabbath in SCI-Muncy
(though I’ll be worshiping the Pennsylvanian Dracula till my last breath)
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(I)

One gallon of love
is equal to eight pints of
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“The sea had shown me mercy”-
I confessed to the prosy desert island beach.
Beneath my proud feet a sea star felt like a leech
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A Sonnet for Ian Bowen's challenge called Summer's end XXX

There’s a picture of summer I can see
through my autumnal heart that alleges
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He ignored his poisoned lifespan
Inviting the vertical glare,
the torments he denied to spare
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This is the winning poem of the Jon London's The Halloween Challenge last year.


Hello! ! This is the last night of October Speaking! !
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(Part-I)

Welcome to the poem that is written
On a language called ‘English' based upon Britain
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I’m an ancient word
still crawling and surviving
to demoralize the creative world.
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