A Bottle Of Blood Red Wine By Fiza Pathan My love and my dearest one, do you remember me in the hour of the dawning of our love long-lost to the vultures? I cannot forget you and your promises which were empty as this glass of red wine that I've been drinking. I drink heavily to remove your image from my mind but the drug like liquid acts as a stimulant to make … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘A Bottle Of Blood Red Wine’ by Fiza Pathan
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#Poetry ‘I Am Ugly’ by Fiza Pathan
I Am Ugly By Fiza Pathan The judgement resounds in my mind and echo of silence stills the evening. You are cold to my love and I can’t blame you for the God Brahma the Creator has made me ugly to the looks of men. So I run along the road of transgression yelling a call to the heavens above. I bestow at the feet of the gods all my riches only for one boon ─to make me … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘I Am Ugly’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Forgive Me Mother’ by Fiza Pathan
Forgive Me Mother By Fiza Pathan I yelled at my mother today and she began to cry. Her tears pierced my hearts core and split it into two etching out my worst heartbreak. My mother means the world to me while I still swallow myself up in a weeping fit. I screamed at my mother today and so today the poet is remorseful. I asked her forgiveness and she gave it … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Forgive Me Mother’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘Emerald-Green Eyes’ by Fiza Pathan
Emerald-Green Eyes By Fiza Pathan She was dressed in rags, which smelt of wed mud and her face was covered in grime so dark, that her complexion seemed dusky. No more than seven years of age, this beggar girl stood outside the coffee shop I frequent begging for a bite to eat. The élite passed her by indifferent and sipped their expensive cappuccino with glee … but I … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘Emerald-Green Eyes’ by Fiza Pathan
#Poetry ‘The Glare Of The Leper’ by Fiza Pathan
The Glare Of The Leper By Fiza Pathan I ran into a leper outside the church right at the door. His odour was repulsive, his body covered with puss boils. I turned to get away, but he stopped me with his stare ─his eyes were blood red and full of tears. He narrated to me the story of poverty in that one glance ─ the essence of the rich who throttle the throats of … [Read more...] about #Poetry ‘The Glare Of The Leper’ by Fiza Pathan

