UNTITLED POEMS BY DARAH



Everything was in order

Perfection was in its highest esteem

It had taken time to create this life of autonomy

She was at peace with God

She found forte in her career

She knew



 She knew she was on the right route

A sense of totality was in the air

She was content

A novel dimension of beautification

Then, disruption emerged

 


A silhouette she couldn’t reach

Yet, she felt a connection

An attraction so boundless

She lost jurisdiction over her body and mind

Her soul was for God 

Hence, she prayed to Him

'Give me back my control'

She yearned for a stranger



He was far from her

She was a stranger to him

Oblivious of her existence

Passively exciting her

He had his anomalies

But, she wasn’t one of them

He craved for the best

She was his best

But, he knew her not

 


Despite her burning pleas

God refused her

He made creation that way

And deemed it beautiful

Two people; not bound by age or ethnicity

Confined by the splendor of life

Striding into eternity with imperfections

Whilst trusting Him to make it work

That was God's dream…


Darah

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Darah is a medical student who doubles as a night shift writer. With her words, she uplifts her Maker, spits gold like it's in her genes, and draws one masterpiece after another.
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