PARADOX
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1 min readOct 14, 2020
Grains of sand aligned perfectly-
To make an imperfection.
Delicately sown, that’s how she was born
Of feelings and memories in making.
Perfectly imperfect now she is all grown
Caged in her body, she is a paradox.
Who wants to fly, who wants to break free;
Always searching for an escape.
From what is she running away?
A mind full of thoughts.
She has nothing more to say
A paradox, she is full of emptiness.
These words, this undying poetry
What are they even trying to say?
Always writing away, day after day
She is trying to free herself
Losing a lost war, she has lost her way.
A breathing anomaly, trying not to suffocate.
A living mystery, dying a slow death every day.
She is predictable in her unpredictability;
She is strong even in her frailty.
AFRA TASKEEN.
