The Anger in me is so Dangerous

when it explodes,

I turn into ashes from within

while the outside sets afire.

I don’t know how to gather the pieces

I cry through this pain.

But the flames are so inflamed

That my tears are unseen.

It’s hurts It heals

With time.

But that Memory becomes  

An etched Scar that I made

Just because I couldn’t

Control my Mind.



What do you think?


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Written by Fatema

When life took a pause, Writing gave me a voice.

I am simply twisted .

Dentist by profession .

Writer by passion.

Mrs Kantawala at my Mansion.

Mother to awesome childrenΒ  who are a big reason behind my writing.

I pen down my random thoughts as blogs, poems and quotes.

I am very glad to be a part of this amazingΒ  writing platform.

Thank you😊


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