Masrurah Hanafi
Member Since: 1 month ago
My Body
The mirror I look sanding straight Seeing my reflection in the silver plate Satisfied with see what I see Pleased with what I feel Thinking about the old times, Times when ashamed I felt of mine Different I saw what I see and wished Looking if possible we switched Tears at night, wet my pillow I left That bad I looked and different it felt Useless, everything I tried Exhausted, at the end I cried But after sometime changes I saw Good ones which I knew for Perfect it felt though And happily I can...
The Tongue
Pink and soft as sponge Yet full of wisdom and strong Gliding and sliding as you take every word Feel it's movement like a mighty sword Resting in my mouth wet Though in a manner that can be felt It rests in the night and plays during the day When I own it and hold the sway As moves and probes with it's nib It's tiny end and eloquent tip An ancient tool wondering it's age For it works swiftly in its cage #poetry
My World
My world is a place created by me Imagination you can call it but let it be My world is also like yours too But differ, water we give respect to By that I mean oceans and seas Unlike your world it seems My world cares for fishes as well But yours into the hands of industries it has fell Which litters your oceans Leaving baby turtles by the shores Your world is so cruel and bad Letting fishes die, their lives so hard Not fishes alone but people who, Drink because life needs a move My world...
It's Hard
Hearing about it makes it seem so easy Do it I thought I could without much effort, really Promising to finish even before the due time Saying it will be done just right and fine Sat down, I began with a smile on my face Time passed realising i was still in one place Tried I did all over from the starting Thinking the problem must be from the beginning Yet the same point it stopped at the first Leading everything all to one whole mess Sweat, tired I was exhausted All attaching to one word, frust...
