Poems

RED

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Walking through dingy corridors that echoed cries

The air so still but yet so loud with stories untold

On a termite infested door a soft rap

A coy reply echoed, a hushed sigh.

With a body that spoke of lost youth

A spread that muffled them silent tears

Lips that welcomed in colour and repelled with grieved lines

Eyes that looked down a path long gone.

For one seeking love, she gave love;

For the seeker of warmth, her breasts called out;

For the one searching lust, her body the abode;

For the traveller, her eyes held worlds.

Her tresses that warmed so many cold hands

Her eyes enlightening who could deal with intensity

Her whole pulling one in endless ecstasy,

Her love which made one believe in no boundaries.

Life she was in physical form;

Form she was of eternal love;

River she was of flowing lust;

Pain she was of the glowering hell.

-Anan Ashraf

 

 

 

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Anan Ashraf

Anan Ashraf

Anan Ashraf is an intern at TheWOOMag and is pursuing Journalism and Mass Communication at English and Foreign Languages University.

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