Fathimathul Hanna, an optimistic 22 year old poet leading a bittersweet life, is how I like to describe myself.Tears shed in far and near spur my pen into action, making me bleed all my fears, grief, protest and concern into words. Some say the mind is a prison and if it is true, then I'm an escaped convict.Whenever I write - turning my pen in the lock and breaking out of my jail.This transcendence makes me shed a light on the world by penning melancholy of many. I believe the art of living poetry can spread reddish in reality.
When has he left you?
Asked aunt Zuri.
'During autumn' I replied.
That night was not old enough to let out.
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Listen,
Echoes of losses in Gaza streets!
I once met my beloved Samar there.
My search for her came to an end,
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Autumn leaves are refugees
Like my depressed grandfather
And diabetic grandmother
Who fled to turn fresh green hue
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Know, O Baha!
I have had a long summer
In my younger days
I was put in a cage
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I was decomposed in treacherous hearts,
Before I could see the bewitching world.
Heartbeats augmented,
Brain waves detected.
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