Mind it! She heard from her folks.
Who were they,she then thought.
Amid them, she was the only heterodox.
And cleverly against her foes, she fought.
Even though she knew her limits,
And Left every man of folks behind.
Betrayed by their every trick once,
She then rose, with scholarship mind.
Fire was set upon nearby cascade,
Who knew, but she had a vision so clear.
Once beaten by air and burnt so bad;
She then knocked off her every fear.
She was called a man though mad.
None was with her, she was not sad.
And scholarly magic if she had,
She didn't fear of fire so bad.
#12-10-2k23
#Iqra Khan Turk
- Author: Iqra Khan (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 23rd, 2023 08:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.