You ask me to tell you
Stories of my love
Then you spill them all around
Like blood on a dirty road.

My love, a pearl drowned by waves
A raging fire that you could never see
These questions from you
Push me into a vortex

My soul, my heart, myself
Beyond and within these
My torture, like a tender thorn
Asks, how long before I am free?

ZSA 2011.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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2 Responses to Torture

  1. Humor_Me_Now says:

    That is my question! Great poem!!!

  2. Beautiful…powerful, passionate, soul-deep words!
    I can relate to your poem, Zakiah. I know (and feel) the emotion behind the words.

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