A Poem by Ehra Khan

For a while it was all hazy
Like the winter mornings
Covered thick in fog.
The need for warmth raw,
Yet my vision distressed.
Then, came the moment of clarity
But alas! The soul chose denial
Every scar was taken as an inscription
Every wound, as a birthmark
Perhaps if I'd looked deeper,
A little closer,
I'd have saved myself from much grief
Had I shunned myself from the claws of desire,
And protected myself from oblivion!

© 2016 Ehra Khan

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This was a very fine read. I could almost physically feel the little things in this poem; your use of imagery was stellar, and the narrative in this hits extremely close to home for me! A fine read, and a very good write. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

Ehra Khan

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your review Sante. Keep in touch 😆

2 Years Ago

No problem, Inaya (amazing name, by the way).
I will do, and the same goes for yourself. :)

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Added on June 14, 2016
Last Updated on June 14, 2016


Ehra Khan
Ehra Khan

Bangalore, Karnataka, India

Writing, for me is when I'm in the state of extremes of any emotion- depression, happiness, anger, joy. It just strikes. Next thing I want is a pen and paper and I'm good to go. Life gives me a lot.. more..