By a reluctant Soul
I'm being poked to engulf the wineFor the disease that needs pure drops of water.
I'm being compelled to wear the thorny crown
For the territory that hangs in jeopardy.
I'm being invited for the festivity
That actually celebrates my funeral.
I'm being asked to close my eyes
The dawn however has wakened me up.
I'm being thrown to fight with the tides for sustenance
Where I've learned to swim in hurricane , along ago.
I'm being advised to rejuvenate my being
Who could elude the affects of termite.
I'm being told to struggle for the monarchy
I have stopped my heart to crave for.
I'm being requested to be ready for the battle
and have faith in God
Who knows my injuries have taken away
my hankerings and my strength..
I'm being helped to read the book
I've read hundred times.
I'm being sent to explore the valley
I've been wandering in, through out my life.
I'm being ordered to wear the tinsel cloak
Despite, it penetrates my soul
through some tore underclothing.
My pen is being filled with the ink
That merely draws the map of my awful past.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-25 at 09:48
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