I Have A Story To Tell.A Poem by Mehak MushtaqWritten from the perspective of life (or one's body).I have a story to tell, if you would like to listen a riot inside, about to explode, collect the drops when this rain falls. I don't make sense nowadays, have no topic of love, abuse or heartbreak. Just this fiery desire that burns my breast, feelings, ready to jump out ripping apart my chest. I'm not dumb when I don't say much, my words can't find a language enough to be expressed. Not that I lost my father or husband, plain life wants itself not to be suppressed. I don't need colors to emphasize the already beautiful, I don't need scars to be noticed, nor do I long for pleasure, to be praised. I have a sacredness and glamour of my own. You heard birds and praised my ears, you saw heavenly scenario and thanked my eyes, you felt love and embraced the heart within your chest, you felt pain and cursed my body. Why? Do I hold no image without a mirror? If it doesn't love, it is not a heart? I give you all and you praise everything. Who shall sing my songs? I have a story to tell, listen to me if you would like. I taught you to make smiles out of curves, I am the one who an audience deserves. Don't sing and make me proud, don't paint and make me smile, don't see different and make me curious, don't dance and make me envious (of my own self). Just listen dear, I have a story to tell, won't you sit here and listen? I gave you those ears. -February 21,2013 10:36 P.M
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Added on February 22, 2013Last Updated on February 22, 2013 AuthorMehak MushtaqSrinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, IndiaAboutAssalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..Writing
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