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Samah Khan Poems
the fear of fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of. True, it is a frightful thing to fear; But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming Especially when its form becomes sheer
I have forsaken both rest and peace
I have forsaken both rest and peace, The silence of the forest reverberates inside my head, And at night my bed is a hollow grave of leaves.
Brown hair and green eyes
I watched you from a distance-a maiden lost at sea- (Hardly fair or bewitching to one as amply endowed as thee)
death is such sweet sorrow
Death is such sweet sorrow Rotten tears we beget, wet eyes speak while lips wail Loud neighbours feign solicitous interest Asking about the how's, the when's and the where's
I wish I were beautiful
I wish I were beautiful So I’d know what to do For in this world of fame and glitter Only the beautiful come through
I loved you
I loved you like the crashing waves love the turbulent gale I loved you like the seagulls loved the soft sea’s lore I loved you like the mountains love the rippling vale I loved you like a drowning man loves the nearby shore
The Final Farewell (last piece of writin...
This poem will be the last piece of writing I will ever compose... my inadequacy and consequent failure in this field have left me without hope for the future..so this is my 'Farewell' ode Give up sweet child, the fight is lost Your blood and bones are strewn across the battlefield
dearly beloved (write to me)
Write me a poem, dearly beloved, Write of your love, your fidelity, your proclivity For doing what is right for me, not what is right; Speak to me of what you feel
infertility of life
The barrenness of life strangles me with its force, Its ineptitude to gratify my appetite speaks of the misfortunes I’ve had; Life has neither offered be friendship nor enmity But has borne wilted flowers, and fruit gone bad
The audacity to hope
I once had dared to hope For things I now abhor I had once impudently nursed the hope Where I had never dared to hope before
Freedom, what is your cage?
Freedom, what is your cage? Has your Captor silenced your sweet lips with a muzzle designed of his own fear? Has he in his furor failed to gauge Your import to us; has he no compassion for your tender age?
Lies of the Lamb
The lamb, a childhood consort, has lied to me She's sung songs that she cannot claim She's sung of blue rivers, of green leas Of bright suns and pleasant rain
penance of the dying
My heart bleeds under the weight of my penance And with each tear that I shed, Ten drops of blood and sweat are freed And then there’s nothing left
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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the fear of fear
Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
Fear is like losing a tree of shade on a bristling day
Or losing your breath when you fall below the sea;
I fear this fear of fearing these fears
And it is this fear that is part and parcel of me.
Fear is like loving without being loved back,
Fear is like leaving without being left;
And the fear of loving and leaving and being loved and being left
Is opposed by the fear of not fearing anything ...