A Poem

A poem written by Dorothea Diba about a girl named Alanis.
So do tell me please, Alanis…
What is it that rips your lips
Should you be in freeze
Floating along with breeze
You were the charm
Who did you this harm?
Speak, Alanis, speak…
Long for your sound to hear, not any sight I seek
How can you be so melancholic
It’s not a drama, no need to hide
Though cruel is life, you still have pride
Look at me, Alanis, look m in the eye…
You cross your legs so tight
Cuddling on your own without a single light
I heard you left for a chase of life
Now here you are your soul so shy
Are those tears, Alanis, down your fair cheeks?
Those bright eyes dimmed
That gentle smile feared
Do me a favor, be kind to tell
What turned your life to such a hell
Don’t, Alanis, don’t…
Put down that knife, do shut that grin
What’s in mind, death ain’t an end
Surrender isn’t the word, fight is the theme
What you’ve faced is the code, you’re stronger than you seem
Now I know, Alanis, do cry no more…
You’re not alone, there are a lot
No use of moan, let’s do a bold
They might forget who bring them life
They would regret we’re still alive
It’s you and I, Alanis, and a lot more…
Wipe off the tears, for tears don’t cheer
There’ll be no fears, the light is near
It’s you and I, Alanis, and a lot more…
We’re called women, we deserved more.


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