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If I Were to Write

By Veeda Kazi


If I were to write,

I would write...

The sound of the deaf,

The words of the mute,

The brightness in the eyes of the blind

And the intellect of a dyslexic mind.


I would write…

The freedom of the caged,

The emotions of the abashed aged.

The feelings of a one-sided lover,

Hoping his slit wrists recover.


I would write…

The struggles of a student,

Struggling to be responsible and prudent.

The sacrifices of a mother and

The pressure on a maiden’s father.


I would write…

The pain of a mother’s demise

and the wisdom of the wise.

The cruel acts of the rapists and

the pure hearts of the Baptists.


I would write…

About your soul for the world to read,

for you will be remembered for

All your good deeds.


By Veeda Kazi

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