Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

Uploaded by Fatima Masood

My burned beauty will tell my story
My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory
call it my fate or the natures philosophy
Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY

While staring at my face, searching for my eyes
With the burned vision, I encounter black theme every where
While talking to me, whisper in my ears
With the burned cochleas, I listen “SILENCE” everywhere
While staring at my tongue, searching for my lips
With the burned vocals, I forgot my voice somewhere
I am lost somewhere
I know still the prayer
O LORD! No words to dare
For that cruelsom, horrible accidental falme shower
I am burned, burned and burned all over!

The Feminine innocence of mine cries
The graceful pride of mine here dies
With my beautiful soul, with my harmless heart
O LORD! If this is your fair?

My receptors though dead but sensation quiet alive
Within the depths of muddy oceans let this burned dive
My instincts value your preciouse love
Your passion for humanity is all above
My burned sensual heart can crave from your eyes
Your gift of SYMPATHY oils the fire of my painful cries

LOVE me, my wounded soul and my burned mud matter
I wish, if you could return my life’s clatter
For never to meet me, whats gone, gone
No promises to fulfil, no defence meaningful and the world will shatter
Help me face transparent mirrors of the bitter reality
Help me regain my strengths with the tinge of purity

Feminine my matter, though lost its beauties
Believe in my colourful spiritualities
Oh, this world adores the transparencies
In the end, you will know your fanatics
Poor am I, WITH NO COLOURS, NO WORDS, NO SIGHT
Rich am I, WITH POWERS TO IMAGINE, WITH LIVELY MIND, WITH BEATS ALIVE, WITH PHANTOM ALIVE

lets be friend, be eternal, feel my soul
Ignore the brutal face of reality, my lucks foul
AH…IN THAT SPARK OF INCIDENTAL FIERY SHOWER
OH LORD! I AM BURNED, BURNED AND BURNED ALL OVER

Poet’s Note: This poem is dedicated to the burn unit of PIMS Hospital, Pakistan.

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam university...am from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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