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A Warrior in Obscurity


A WARRIOR IN OBSCURITY



Bold and brave I had pretended to be,
Stepping onto the winding road, now doomed.
A well of youthful arrogance in me,
Brushing away all the terrors that loomed.

Brandishing mighty swords for Honour's sake,
With scholars and saints, befriending Wisdom.
Peace with one, war with another I'd make,
Thus all hailed the guardian of the kingdom!

Now I lay weak and old, my pride shattered.
Now I stare into the Void - blinded, maimed.
Now I am forgotten, a voice unheard.
Now I am no more the spirit untamed.

Give this wearied soul a sip of Lethe,
Deliver me from vile senility!

- Maryam Kaleem
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2017 at 8:14 PM

    Oh Maryam!!! OK, normally I don't much go for very rhyme-y verses in grown-up poetry, but this is GOOD, mashaAllah. I'm seeing an anthology, girl! You know, I recently made pictures for a poetry book by a widely published guy, and I must say - yours is better. Write on, dear one! - Az

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  2. AbdullahFebruary 17, 2017 at 9:00 PM

    firstly.. i had to google 'lethe'..not cool this..fancy words n what not. secondly, i really do think your imagination is crazy...
    and finally (importantly).. i'm so proud of you :)

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    1. Maryam ShaikhFebruary 18, 2017 at 6:01 PM

      Haha... Greek mythology and Skyrim emotions in one poem. Glad you liked it. ☺

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