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Poetry: The Wind

When the wind blows

It howls, stinging my face

So bitter, but trees dance

As I walk home in a haste.

Abeera Mirza, a renowned poetess from Gujrat, Pakistan, shares her poem

Abeera Mirza- Sindh CourierHailing from Gujrat, Punjab province of Pakistan, Abeera Mirza is an English literature gold medalist, teacher and gifted poet. She won numerous awards for her passion for words. Her poem “Sorry” has inspired readers to heal. It started with poetry and progressed to prose. Abeera has contributed to more than 200 anthologies and many international magazines of Germany, Spain, Bangladesh, USA, Italy, India, Albania, and India. Her interview has been published on The Mount Kenya Times and Poetic Essence Publications (India). She has won many titles such as Miss Literary Critic by her university. (University of Lahore, Pakistan). Her inner peace is ignited by reading and traveling. She is serving as a jury member for Maverick Writing Community, India where she helps emerging writers to grow. Her perspective is expanded by diverse poetic exploration. She is always looking to learn more beyond boundaries. She is renowned for healing hearts. Email: abeera.quotes@gmail.com      

3867531-1692606019The Wind

When the winds blows

We wrap up warm

Yet really

We should have just stayed home.

 

When the wind blows

The leaves rush along.

The cold empty road

As the wind is so strong

 

When the wind blows

It gusts through tree tops

The leaves do drop

As the cold never stops.

 

When the wind blows

Animals can go mad

They start to freak out

Act like they are dammed

 

When the wind blows

It howls, stinging my face

So bitter, but trees dance

As I walk home in a haste.

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Middle of the Night

At the middle of the night,

I was hugging my pillow tight,

Wondering if things were still right.

Are you still willing to fight?

 

For our love that was forbidden,

We ought to keep things hidden.

Tell me if our love was enough.

I’m losing my facade of being tough.

 

Suddenly you became confuse,

Of the love that you’ve declared.

My heart beats fast, I refuse.

It scares me even though I’m prepared.

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