Written by Ali Qureshi

What she thought of
As free will.
It was a charade,
A hoax.

Plans upon plans,
Secrets upon secrets.
It was built as such,
So she may topple.

May it be her nature,
May it be her goal.
She will only survive,
If she knows, when to hold.

– A woman

Try to keep her away from yourself.
You may run and hide.
Or in a friend you might confide.
It matters not, No! it does not.

For she’s ice cold,
yet burns hotter
than any fire;
on this fold.

Cry, you may.
Struggle, you may.
Might, fight for it.
Alas! You do as told.

– Her man