My Three Sentiments


This stoic world seems an end of all pathways wise,

was coerced into this labyrinth by the wily will of mine;

Contemplating in the middle of nowhere, alone I’m,

where do I chime in better, with the veiled passion or shrill stoicism.

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December 27, 2018.

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Pray, don’t open these sanguine shells of annihilation,

the walking dead will ask the reasons of their cessation;

The ledger spirits, howling inside, will tear its readers,

you’ll be wounded by the rain of their shrapnel showers.

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December 13, 2018

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The day is banal, the person is sophomoric,

belongings are basic, concoction is average;

Yet, there’s rareness in this customary existence,

love for kinship has given her lavish leverage.

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December 28, 2017.

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

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