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Poetry by Farzeen Rashid

Updated: Nov 10, 2020

A Poet’s Dream  

Devouring precious words,

Extraordinary text,

Once hidden in a treasure chest,

Inside of a stranger’s mind.

The crisp scent of a new book,

A collection of poems,

The key to someone’s mind and striking soul.

You force yourself into the marshy boots of a young girl residing on an ancient farmland field,

You feel the sunlight soaking your face,

As you pluck strawberries from the leafy shrubs,

And ride a horse across the endless meadows to taste liberty.

You inhale the air of their world,

That lives exclusively in your mind.

A world of ecstatic glee,

And shed distressed teardrops for all their little world’s sadness.

You’ve teleported into a different realm,

Following the flow of beautifully chained words,

And letting your imagination run free.

You are living in the life,

A poet once dreamed.


Within the bounds of our friendship, I always hear sirens going off in the distance. On sunset strolls in my compact backyard,  I’m gazing at the tinted sky, Painted by God with a golden flat paintbrush,  Heavenly skies of a fused crimson and Indian yellow. The cars beyond my fence bolt in all possible roadways, I can sense the urban vivacity on the other end of this barrier. Teenagers wandering along the pavement, Rattling on about something stupidly silly, And giggling noisily on the sidewalk, As cars honk on the busy streets. The Tim Hortans parking lot is partly empty in the evening, People exit with hot chocolates and black coffees gripped in their palms. The August sunshine begins to set in the west, Behind the steady green traffic lights,  Staining the sky with beautiful blazing flames. The streetlights flicker as the evening shifts to nightfall, On my end of the fence I’m touched by rural life. I’m tranquilly soaking my plants, Feeding them with a daily dose of garden hose water. The tree I planted when I was eight, And my mint shrubs sleeping in the corner. The ants dance in circles on the grey tiles, And a dog barks in a distance three townhouses away. The sky is moonlit, Sprinkled with thousands of stars. But on this beautifully serene night, I can hear a harsh ringing. It’s getting louder and louder, I’m making an effort to take no notice of it and admire the nighttime beauty, But the noise smogs my mind. Louder and louder, Like a newborn baby wailing, A foreign ringing from the distance, It’s getting closer. The closer it’s getting the more overwhelmed I feel, I just can’t take it anymore, I think I’m dying! Call an ambulance, Or 9-1-1!


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