Anshara Jahan

Abstract Drama


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Anshara Jahan

Abstract Drama


The Weaver

The Weaver

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You have not weaved 

By hands carrying satin

A veil 

That's soft as bed sheets 

Suffused and smelt 

Like lotions.

You didn't build a plane 

From sands lying by your feet.


The devilish lines on your palms never conjoined 

Rail tracks on a verge 

to open grassland 

But sat near the window pane

Through theaters of love 

Looking at the better past. 


You were just a girl-

Caught fireflies to store their light on a page

Cut short their life

To paint yours. 


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