Still Knowing
I’m caged up in bars made of fire,
Left with an empty cup
And one song that I admire
My world is frozen
It is locked
There are no seconds
No keys
No clocks
But the fire still burns
As do the flames
And so does that song that run through my veins
But I cannot hear the song
Not even the sound of a dropping pin
Nor can I feel the fire burn
Near my oh so tender skin
Nor can I smell the sweet silent air
Nor can I feel the breeze
Breathing at my hair,
But somehow I know.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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