Ounce of Agony

Shihana Fathima
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

A poem.

It is dazzling outside,

And inside.

Am a prisoner.

Accused Charges?

Murder.

Killing of my own self,

In the process of self-interrogation.

The body is lying down.

Staring me with hope.

But I’m your murderer,

And I can’t give you any more hope.

Is it Devaluation of self

Or

Putting self into other dimension ?

    Shihana Fathima

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    I am slowly Recuperating from the distortions

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