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Thursday, 23 May 2013

College

I need to concentrate
But the importance of such things eludes me
This work is not strenuous, a manageable load
One that slips from my hands
The papers are a mess on the floor
If I pick up these pieces of knowledge
Will they seep into my skin like
The ink of poetry on my wrist
Will I find myself living
The words I wrote, the
Words I memorized
By heart
Learn it by heart
But my heart is somewhere far
From classrooms
I try to call it back but it is
Too filled with things I love
Too heavy to return

1 comment:

  1. "But my heart is somewhere far
    From classrooms
    I try to call it back but it is
    Too filled with things I love
    Too heavy to return "

    Exactly....MashaAllah. Beautifully truthful as always.

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