Raihana Abdul Jabbar

Curls of blue smoke,
Deep and Dense,
Rising up...up...up...
A Vampire From Death...
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Dreams spinned away,
Silvery webs around me...
Drifted, I amidst them,
When a rustle woke me up...
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Rummaging our way,
Through the school backyard,
Borrowing chalks, the ball, and
The bun from Mrs.Cook...
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Eerie silence...
Restless feet tap-danced...
Fuming Impatiently,
To get rid of that feeling of Insecurity....
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Holding dad's little finger,
I eyed the colourful covers.
Permission granted to choose,
There! I was DAZED! ! !
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Twinkling dew on leaves of pine,
Her face, mirrors sunshine...
With spirit of a songbird,
She chuckles, a happy soul...
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A Pleasant Sunday Morning...
The Zealous Blue Eyes...
With Light at the end of the Tunnel...
Looked unto his Mother..
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Why the road so dire?
Why follow the fire?
Why vociferate endlessly?
You have unpredictable power! ! !
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Leaning against the gigantic, geometric sculptures...
The fresh scent of the sea, I breathed in thankfully...
Listening to the water, the mesmerising murmur...
And the friendly call of the homeward gull...
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Pacing through the busy lane,
Hauled me, The Sight, purely of anguish...
Muttering in her slumber, there lay,
On the squalid pavement,
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On a gloomy winter morning,
When boughs stood mourning,
With an agonized mind,
I left my home behind...
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Oh! No!
Grapes, Apples...
Orange too...
Mom's romping around...
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A raindrop, tiny she was, came
Settling on the rose bud nearby,
Rested after her racing game,
From the dim, darkened sky.
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Around me teems Six Hundred crore...
Is it for the want of more?
The heart strings, deep within the core,
Quiver at the heavy dew of lonliness...
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From within, for a teacher,
Praise of him, in a singular letter.
Austere and unyielding, no less,
Yet, in his manners lay, a soft gentleness.
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I have things to tell you,

Things that will lead to a permanent closure.
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Cutting into the midnight-blue sky,
Lined with a faded red glow,
He came, with radiance of a thousand rays...
Peeping from, among the craggy green hills,
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She's your daughter,
You wonder, where is her laughter...

You claim to give her happiness,
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Purple and black swirls in,
Shifting the orange and blue of daylight...
Worshipers of The Milky Way,
Whirl around, gleaming like diamonds...
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A wild alienated piece of land,
Neither grand, nor bland.

Even though roses and myrtles grow on this heath,
Clung in the air, is the fragrance of death.
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