Her Frail Strength



the cold keeps meeting her halfway
the night slowly crawls, over her bright days
and though the sunlight breaks away,
she walks,obliviously, carrying her broken faith


her stilted smile still remains
without a droplet from her eyes 
she drenches, in the rain
she is so dispassionate and stultified
yet she doesn't complain


she makes up her mind,
not to turn back
decides to leave it all behind
and prepares to combat


but as a vestige of memories,
suddenly break, and enter
her mind refuses to give in
but;
her heart surrenders
and she unwillingly drifts away again,
to all that she still remembers


Comments

  1. Tearful22 October 2011 at 06:32

    It's so painful that it's beautiful! Definitely one of your best pieces :) Keep it up!

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  2. the butterfly effect22 October 2011 at 09:06

    once again it feels like you took my emotion and put it into,oh , so beautiful words.

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  3. Ovais22 October 2011 at 10:49

    You are a much better poet than I am.
    That's like the best compliment I could think of, to be honest.

    Anddd you have a.. way.. or a gift.. for expressing your emotions.

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  4. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]22 October 2011 at 13:45

    @hamza nd the tearful..thanx:)

    @the butterfly effect...awww...:)
    @ ovais...heehehe thnx...so much...:) i hope i wud be able to mke gud use ov it wen i grow up:)

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  5. äмän ♥27 October 2011 at 06:48

    beautiful <3

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  6. umna khan30 October 2011 at 10:22

    aalllaaa sis.. <3 :D

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  7. Hareem22 November 2011 at 23:55

    i luv it <3 and im reading this from school :P

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