Memories of Her Lullaby

And my ol’ town

Hira Ali
Paper Poetry
Published in
Mar 10, 2022

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The cozy couch could not get cozier,
The winter darkness was about to fall.
Coos and chitters and the lavender sky;
The reminiscence of my childhood call.
My lovely town, which is too far in time,
For I live from it se’en oceans away.
Yet our hearts select their own residence;
Mine caged at the site of my maa’s lullaby.

The former truths and my later lies,
The base of which, I find in this locale.
The verses of her poetic advice,
Painting my each and every day sky!
I am but a sculpture made up of
The bricks of those unaging walls.
I am but a moment lapsed, resting
My head on mom’s comforting lap.

Wrote this poem when I was 16.

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Paper Poetry
Paper Poetry

Published in Paper Poetry

We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.

Hira Ali
Hira Ali

Written by Hira Ali

An old soul but young in spirit

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