Monday, October 30, 2000
Khaamoshi
By- Khalida H AshrafiI have lots of hobbies, poem writing being one, comedy writing being another!! Im currently writing a short piece that has been commissioned by a Theatre company in London, about three asian middle aged women on a day trip to London. I am also trying my hand at amature dramatics, I have a part in a play due to be staged in November.I also compere at various events ( and my knees wobble every time!) Read more poems by Khalida at her Home Page
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when your own thoughts
even whispered
echo so loud.
when eyes speak
and are understood
in the midst of a crowd,
when the colour of a rose
hints at a song
when you hear a leaf falling
softly to the ground,
hardened with age
drifting with no sound.
The solitude
Of being alone
When a loved on
takes their leave,
The silence within a coffin,
Around which many bereave.
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