Poems

Us, Not The World

The story of the world
Don’t make us
But we choose to live by the words
Of the world
Which claim the righteousness of our soul
Only to leave us drowning
In our own river of confusions
Of what is right for the world
And what is right for humanity

– Parveen Maghera

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Poems

Hope For You

The exhaustion
Is leaving me gasping for air
Each time I leave
Your perimeters
But I’m drawn back to you
On a thin strand of hope
Because I see positivity
Beneath your pessimism
But there will be a time
When you will be left alone
And your anger escapes
Only to hit the walls
And come back at you
Only then will you realise
You forgot
That we were humans too

– Parveen Maghera

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The Broken Dream

Everything is circling
Around me like a tornado
I grab the wall
Rub my eyes
And a yawn escapes from my mouth
I look at my bed
A reminiscent of the ocean blue
I jump on it
And hurt my toe
But I don’t feel the pain
I can only sense the ocean
I’m finally swimming
It looks so comforting
I stretch far to reach the seashell
But I’m jostled awake by the sound of crash
There are glass pieces on the floor
By my bed
I lay back and stare at the ceiling
Bring me back to the sea
But I can’t
It’s only the ceiling
And my bed
And the shattered glass on the floor

– Parveen Maghera

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Your Children And Mine

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I taught them my native poem
And they are singing it out loud in the garden

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I cooked for them my family’s favourite dish
And they have not stopped asking for more

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I told them a story of my country
And they want to hear it every night

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I brought for them two ethnic wears from home
And they always want to wear them out

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I finally hug them goodbye
And they are crying in my arms

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I have left them with you
And they will be alright

Your children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of mine
I see them running around in my house
And I hug them tight
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My children
Are beautiful ma’am
They remind me of yours
I taught them an English poem
And they are singing it loud in the garden

– Parveen Maghera

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