Being useful to you was all I desired.
Being wanted was all I desired.
When you're asleep, I come close to you.
When awake, I can't come to you.
I'm afraid, but I love you.
I try to hate, but I really love you.
Being noticed was all I wanted from you.
Fond eyes to me from you.
I wanted to be the only one, selfish of me.
Wanted hugs from you, typical of me.
I wanted your want like when I was small.
I wanted to be looked like I was your all.
I wanted to keep you close, not letting you go.
During my failures, not only when I rose.
I wanted my heart to flutter sitting close by to you.
Ma, I only wanted to be looked by you.
~NAZIA ZAHRA
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NAZIA ZAHRA (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a quiet ache from a daughter to her mother. It’s about the kind of love that doesn’t shout—it waits, it hopes, it breaks a little in silence. It speaks for every child who grew up craving not just care, but closeness… not just being provided for, but being seen. It’s a reflection of how we sometimes carry our inner child into adulthood, still yearning for the warmth we used to have—or maybe never did. I wrote this as a way to finally say the things I couldn’t say out loud. Not to blame, but to feel. Not to demand, but to remember. It’s my heart, uncloaked.
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As a adult we are not much different to children, we desire and want that love and closeness from people and family, but as a child we should be given it and not have to chase it, nicely expressed and written write
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