Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride

Diary Of The Turkish Child Bride long poem

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The day I put on the glossy red lip colour
And a white dress plump as an umbrella
A big sigh of relief let out my own mother
Glimmered dribbling teardrops in my eyes
Saw I smiles around and heard melodies
Dreams, desires that hour reached demise
Rewarded a broomstick my ominous fate
My pen to a world of longings migrated
Bitter words of savagery, abuse and hate
Drop by drop bleed my crestfallen heart
When cold-blooded hands pull my hair
My shrieks, wails are called excuses smart
The blood-drops on my fingers I gaze oft
Shroud I my scarlet face beneath a pillow
Recalling all the blows on my soul so soft
Father’s callous words echo in my mind
”A burden you are! A weight, a curse
My life devoid of you shall blisses find!”
To the other world will I soon run away
Even a mother’s love haven’t I here got
The final torment shall I suffer that day
And the last pain on my exhausted skin

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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Now that is sad sad but is the way of one part of the world. Maybe a farewell note a hint or maybe I put myself in such a place.


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