Hanna Abideen

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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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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Holding a bunch of tulips plucked
From the vale of Kashmir,
Eight year old jumana sat on the kishti beside me.
I raised arms to greet the shepherd grazing
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Follow hollow heart and reside in
It's darkest room made of sin.
Capture the facsimile of life
And stab with a witchy knife.
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Over the bitter lyrics of winter
Permeates the sweet maytime.
Leaves sprouting on emptied trees
Tempting my poetry to fulfill desires.
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Autumn gales still caressing
Maple leaves wore crimson gowns,
Autumn promises you made is
Like withering maple leaves.
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Letters of fading blackberry winter
Penetrating to my ocean of agony.
Replacing deep wounds hidden
beyond the whispering envelopes.
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Autumn days in Lithuania
Holding vibrancy of brilliant foliage
And spreading bliss and fragrance
Of dancing maple leaves
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She weaved warmth of metaphors
To reside in his melancholic emotions
Art of healing wiping out his tears
She perked at least in his living poetry
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She is a bleeding portrait
Living in the shadow of patriarchy
Pouring tears to an empty pot,
But not questioning meaningless existence.
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The letters you sent me
Seems like a chunk of dust.
Would fire mind turning it to ashes?
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Into the heaviness of unsaid tale,
Tears shedding likely to meet ocean
Hue of autumn painted me and thee.
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Spring wore floral gowns
Winter wore snowy gowns
Autumn wore maple gowns
Aura of universe tempting stardust
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Cologne of archaic books you sent
Still hold the aroma of your artistic soul
I ambled outta old library and
Peered at the dusty corner of the room.
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They caged unwrapped melancholy of ours
And concoct boiling tears and sweat to mollify.
Downtrodden we're, making thou food!
Can thou imagine kisans become relics?
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//Behind the diary she kept an envelope;
Behind the emotional note carries revenge//

' She was wholly tied up with ropes and
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The whole village grumbled and blamed;
Trauma suffered was the reward of karma.
Molested child experienced departing
Footsteps of mirth yet craved rebirth!
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Life taught to pretend like a clown,
Where genuine emotions aren't shown.
Empty canvas grabbed the paints
She herself reflected on its surface.
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