Sunday, August 1, 2010

The Healer Called Marziya Shakir

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the little girl in the picture is my muse
through her the soul of my poetry l enthused
i would have loved my daughter
the same way had the bottle of booze
my soul not abused i was too drunk
alcoholic stupor my self all
other things i refused relationships
i used i was truly a victim and accused
but the birth of marziya giving up
the pain of life holistically healed
a new blood instead of alcohol transfused
a new membrane a new skin over the parts that
were internally bruised a new hope a new dawn
through marziya shakir a gifted healer i was rescued

1August 2010 6pm Mumbai

this is a poem inspired by a facebook comment

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