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2007

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Nayyar Shabbir Ahmad, Poet— 

                                           Cambridgeshire, UK
 

Nayyar would never have dreamt of becoming a writer had he not become severely disabled and wheelchair  bound at the age of 24. Now, he writes happily all day.



 

       ALL ALONE

 

I'm looking for you
Where are you...?
Strange! You were here
Only a moment ago
Now you've gone
But, how can that be?
You're sitting right here beside me
In fact, I can touch you
Look straight at you
But, you're looking out the window
At some other plane
Very reluctantly
I begin to resolve
I must swallow my pride
Hide my tears
Resign myself
Whatever the consequences
Just step aside
And accept -
Accept
That, you're nowhere near me
I'm sitting here all alone.

 

            WHAT...?

I saw you yesterday
Don't look so surprised
I know, in order to avoid me
You live in another County
For a long time after we broke up
I never saw a thing
Save you
In fact
You were in my every thought
My every deed
Then suddenly
Or -  do I mean gradually....?
I'm not sure, which....!
Things feel so hazy
You were lost to me
Completely
And now when I look at you
Standing here before me
I rack my brains
Trying to think
What the hell did I ever see in him
What?
All those tears I shed
And all those times I wished I was  dead
I must have looked like a right old twerp
In everyones eyes
O God!
Falling apart because of this jerk
What, for God's sake did I see in him
Please tell me
WHAT??!!

 
 

 
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