by Alina Ahmed
I was always fascinated by the pleasure of pain,
Never understood the jealously of love,
I was always intensified by the moon light,
But always hated the sunlight,
I didn’t knew the power of evoke-ness,
Rather discriminated in the passion of socialness,
And was all taken by just a silence-ness.
One day I understood the pleasure of love,
That it was sacrificed the jealousy of pain,
The light was important not that where it came from,
Nor the moon neither the sun,
It just gave the way that was just his way of affection,
The passion of evoke-ness was satisfactory,
In spite the power of socialness,
And was all understood by a sense of silence-ness.
Love n pain were kinda truth,
But light was kinda swift,
Power was necessary,
But passion was the need,
Came into being was a thought of changing the dream,
Life gave me a chance again to cum along where everyone was in scream,
Where pain became their passion and power became their silence-ness.
Alina Ahmed
Copyright ©:
ALINA AHMED. 8th of May.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
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