Brave or coward ?

By Ansari Fiza Nuruddin

I am a stranger to the world

But, I am born a girl

A girl with skill, a woman with virtue

Hurt myself but will never hurt you.

The day I learned standing,

Was the day since I am standing

The day I learned walking,

Was the day since I am working.

I want to fly high and high

To say the world a good bye

But, my wings are foreshorten

Oh! My hight I ask a pardon.

I have an art to picture the picture of world,

But, the dread of you concurred.

I have a virtue of never hurting soul

Because I can dominate my goal.

Courage is blended in my vascular

Such that I can dual with ocean.

But, the water moaks at me of puddler

And I have to move heartbroken.

Hell is helpless in frightening

I am bold enough I can move smiling.

But, now I am scared in my villa

Sitting idle in this dilemma.

Discovering people destroyed self

Cannot reveal reflection of myself

Dwelling on defining self.

Am I a caword or brave ?

A queen or a slave ?

I am used to these usual array,

That even the tears lost its way.

My desires my unnamed bravery,

Is now a corpse ready to bury.

Apologies won't work, I guess

Just leave me alone with my loneliness.

By Ansari Fiza Nuruddin