A poor man’s ode to imagination

Fizza Abbas

photo credit: Samya Arif

A poor man’s ode to imagination

Yeast of misery, flour of abuse:
a loaf of bread, too, can amuse.

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Mama, tell me something.
Was I your favourite poem,
or a rejected manuscript?

God is funny

God loves mothers,
but considers young girls a surprise gift,
a gut of red-ribbons he is too afraid to unwrap.

Blades never age

When I feel like slitting my wrists,
I write poems
without using any imagery.
It spares me from the judgement
of those who’d tell me
I am a by-product
of my mother's efforts; my work,
a chemical compound
that never reacts.

Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific. @fizzawrites