Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Poetry 2014 Longlist, Abeer Naqvi

THE RUINED APPAREL

No way! She cried blood repeatedly
Clinched her nerves
Drenched her clothes
Withered her soul
NO BROTHER Nooo… do not long for!
The task so wintry, apocalypse emerging,
Shun… shun…shun…shun away this moment…
The emotions all wild, fainting scenario,
Shun… shun…shun…shun away this moment…
Sustain…!!! She recklessly opposed
Her valour responding
Her heart pounding
Her spirit vanishing
NO BROTHER NOooo… do not long for!
In the world what caused this torment???
Shun away, I said shun this moment…
This life what??? Will I be blemished???
For the sake of the DIVINE…shun away I beseech …
And then the subsequent moment
Gone was all…
The shout, the cry, the dilapidated attire…
Evil, evil, evil, the evil surrounding…
Crunching neatly down and up
Gone was all…
The fight, the might, the withered pride…
Her essence roars aloud
Questioning the massive fact,
The INANE BLOODY DEVILS,
THE ALCOHOLIC NERVES
THE SINISTER EYES,
STRIP THOSE KILLERS DOWN THEIR SKIN
WAKE UP…WHY LET THEM FREE TO CAGE YOUR KIN

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