My Soul is Tired, poetry written by Masooma Ali at Spillwords.com

My Soul is Tired

My Soul is Tired

written by: Masooma Ali

 

My soul is tired
Tired of this hollow man
Setting cage and rules
To keep off, my body
Bound with his authorities.
In the name of custom and religion,
Shed me up with blood
Stone me in public
Squash me like an object
Burn me to prove his wrath

This body is weighing my soul,
Screaming out this heavy the pain
It wants to shed to the point
Till my soul creeps out of my skin

I got dissolved with evils
Of these beasts, to dance
With the rhyme of their tone
I pray, I should return to my Lord
With those ashes of heaven
He Created Me of…

Masooma Ali

Masooma Ali

An Afghan writer, Masooma Ali was raised in a men dominated society. For her survival she migrated to Pakistan. She got education there. She has done her BS in English Literature. She is a writer and has written many poems, odes and short stories, and her first collection "Selenophile odes." Her only dream is to be a well known writer so that she could raise her voice against negativities (wars, racism, feminism, child or women abuse...)
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