Do spare them

Only once you can curse me
Taking away whatever were yours
But do spare some memories
I want that pain again
When they pierce me and spurt red
Those sweet tears they can sprout
That joy when they traverse
As sparks in me,at lost moments.
Leave a handful of them back
As a foot mark in my yard,
As an odour in the shelf ,
As a missed kiss on the pillow ,
As a nail mark on my cheek.
They are not leftovers
Leave a pinch of them back
To halo my thoughts,
To line my paths,
To shelter my grave.
Now let your curse fall
Showering on me ,under the April sun
Erode away whatever were yours
But do spare some memories…

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

7 thoughts on “Do spare them

  1. lokesh roy

    An earnest desire to relive moments gone by, with a tinge of repentance , remorse and that longing for ” ….a nail mark…. “, ” … an odour…” and such stuff. Sensuous !

  2. Mohammad ashraf

    Keats somewhere said,” Heard melodies are sweet,but those unheard are sweeter”

    kiss is a convention. . .you can fancy any type of it. .but only FATIMA can sketch a ‘missed kiss’. And this is esemplastic imagination that the poet is gifted with. . .’missed’ . . .reflects the nostalgia for the past. .a poignant plea for some sweet memories that the poet thinks is his due share.

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