And our hands are tied

To undetectable fate

Of lies and greediness

Entangled our tongue and lay bare the naked souls…

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

Hailing 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      

THE NAKED SOULS

The land is desolated

By famine of hunger

Sold in mortgage of greedy voracity

With reckless abandon

While we lay restive

Through the midnight of broken tears

And gasping belly amidst laughter

The avalanche swings to and fro

The carcass of death veiled

Through the invading night

While the collywobbles shut the gob

When we are on the take

The land had sunk to dryness

By the long tide

That wait no longer for the past

To be restored

Canonical plunder of nimble fingers

Immaculate saints of infirmity

The gag has stuck at our throats

And the truth remain unforetold

By the seers of visionary pillagers

The chained around our necks

The shackles on our feet

And the fetter on our wrist

Strangled and muffled

We left the world unpronounced

The word we buried deep in the mind

And memory we carry to the grave

The bulwark of stagnancy

Betrothed on our nimble feet

To fetter the walk of aspersions we cast on avarice

And our hands are tied

To undetectable fate

Of lies and greediness

Entangled our tongue and lay bare the naked souls.

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