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written by: Sultana Raza



No perch to hang onto, no nest to stay,
Aurum eluded him, or brother took,
New graves; most of his family lay,
Later in sickness, friends forsook.

Cold calamity faithfully dogged,
Unrequited, stressed strings beat,
Bounty got bard in dubious debt bogged.
Poignant poems, got plenty of meat.

What pushed him to roll rare rhyme uphill?
Forlorn fodder had lots for thought,
Paid too soon, overpriced Hour’s bill.
Denied appreciation he so keenly sought.

Enmeshed in myths, odes easily unfurled,
Impossible to fathom how filtered fancy whirled.

Sultana Raza

Sultana Raza

Sultana Raza has a Master of Arts in English Literature. Her poems have appeared in 40+ Journals, including Caduceus (Ed. Yale University), Columbia Journal, and The New Verse News. More poems have appeared in Gramma, Enclave, Entropy, Poetry24, The Society of Classical Poetry, Bewildering Stories, Spillwords, and The Peacock Journal.
Her fiction has been published online (Coldnoon Journal), and received an Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train Review (USA). Her 100+ articles (on art, film, and humanitarian issues) have appeared in English and French. She has presented her fiction and poetry in Creative Writing Panels in international conferences in the US and Europe, where she’s also presented papers on Romanticism (Keats) and Fantasy (Tolkien).
Sultana Raza

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