By Laiba Riaz
Pertaining to the rhetorics,
Elliptical, yet so omnipotent and reverberated,
yonder once flourish in the realm of blinded revelations,
as thy lamentations so sollo vocely shed,
as so sollo vocely as their haunting taunts.
Thy contemplate into disintegrated vestiges of thy speculum,
inimitably to refute deem selved.
Thy incur a panacea that will gift thy
a zephyr of thy yearningly secluded mirth,
so down to earth.
Contingent upon temporal continuum,
rejuvenate thy ailments,
and quell vile knaves' not-so-ephemeral cacophony,
as wicked as witches' laughter.
Thy shall fracture thy cocoon,
as thy heart has been fractured,
to transpire as an unprecedented and empowered butterfly,
as expressive as its wings.
Thy shall pursue companions who may be juxtapositional,
but not too aplomb to be mendacious.
Those who help thee radiate as bright as moonlight.
Thy shall blossom as rose,
as red as a venerated prose.
Thy delve into splintered reminiscences,
as chaotic as the past, to forge new.
O, indeed, healing blossoms anew,
as the spring chapter of thy life unfolds,
as peaceful as the break of dawn.
Thy thrive with fellow-blossoms
to cultivate innovative moulds,
as thy reflector now reflects a woman
as ambitious as the sun,
as radiant as the moon's light,
shining like a bright star,
dauntless of venturing forth from the solar system,
to transpire into a 51-pegasi-B 2.0,
because it is the bitter veracity of life that she has met.
She is a flower, not any coward,
the spider of the web, not any prey,
the possessor of the throne, not its caretaker,
because thy is a doer, not a dreamer.
Thy can't wear a crown,
with thy's head down.
By Laiba Riaz
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