So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! ! Poem by Shahzia Batool

In fact this is about the women advocacy and poet has rightly brought out the problem or the life of a women, Initially from general, a common, 'The one then on second line though SHE/Phase of colors was brief yet lingered it(Early marriage youth lost but keeping it for) Surrounded by the people- sermonizing its a -ve terminology she does not want but compelled Then grief is always agonizing and then she was thought be useless, male in search of other for devilish satisfaction, mortified she is ashamed of this is the disparity she is killed by......A life of storm the life of women or a women's event......it’s beautifully decorated with imagery and best depiction the art of poetess thanks, it reminded me late Kamala Das/Surraiya

Storms always rage in our lives. But after the storm there is calm. Wait for the storm to subside and enjoy the intermittent calm. A poignant write!

...She longed for the time When she would drink satisfaction to the desire... Wild sounds outside... Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears Rolling down the cheeks... Shahzia, I absolutely Love These lines... Desire burns, especially within the storm... yet; in the rain, no one can see the tears. Great Ink! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.

Heavy and heavy! ! yes so brief was the phase of colours, so the grief it colored... even colorless rain will make us confused in it heaviness the noise and blur images... but thanks to God even how it fading gray we still can perceive colors and the light sensation in eyes and in heart..just be strong and strike it back! in life canvas_Soul

A powerful and emotional write. The images, the gentle rhyming, add to the depth of despair. Yet, this is a strong soul with great insight and yearning and drinks the satisfaction of desire.

this painted with beautiful colors of words.

Remember I said what we keep our minds on, that comes to us. We cannot force anyone for anything, we have our choice to ignore the situation, and then they will go away. Very interesting, but this is the only way.

A painful story told so briefly. I can Feel the pain. Saved for that need to read.

A poem of this kind distinctly tells about the poetic perplexity over the universal woes haunting her... Let her still vanquish over the phases.

As storms made her life worth-living... Truly, our storms (trials) conditions and prepares us for life and living. Great writing. Enjoyed.