NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #poetry

  • The Joke

    The whole world laughs at me. It says, ‘Look at that woman, Playing the fool, Shedding tears over one who Is oblivious they are being shed. What is the point of that? Why pay for something when You will never receive the goods?’ But my tears, they keep falling. And the world, it keeps on… →

  • Game Over

    I’ve always hated the game How you have to play it To get ahead How you have to play it To not get left behind I don’t have the time for it I don’t have the energy for it I don’t care to pretend it is real When I can see straight through it So… →

  • Did someone say something about a torrential downpour?

    And I consider the love story set in Niagara and I consider the memoir of the morning In Manavgat but to write directly to a theme is the mark of an amateur and I am trying To be a pro or at least be mistaken for one so I want to write something literary and… →

  • The Ark

    The rain began to pour For forty days and forty nights From within it flowed The water began to rise A deep muddy lake formed With her at the centre Drowning in remorse And sorrow and sin And poor choice consequences Some she tried to contain But the rain would not cease And the lake… →

  • The Children of Grenfell

    They would not have known, the children of Grenfell, What caused the fire that night. How could they? Why would they know that despite the rich of the land already being very rich, they had cried to be even richer, so the government had gone to their rescue (they love doing that for their own)… →