Three Micropoems by Nishat Jabeen

My Fancy Prayers 

My fancy prayers 

Will be banished 

In the caprices of curse 

All my yellings will be ignored 

Once and for all!

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Essence 

At once 

You turned around

Like fleeting fluffy clouds 

For next terminus 

I scorched my essence 

In the furnace 

of fuming past!

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Come Back

O' master 

You're a real brainiac  

Mesmerized me by your mastery 

Of saying silent goodbyes 

Alas! How silly im 

Fails to learn every time,

Will you come back 

For a last while

I bet you

I'll repeat you accurately 

This time!

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© Nishat Jabeen

Riyad, Saudi Arabia 

Nishat Jabeen a poet from Hyderabad, India works in a reputed school in the capital city of Saudi Arabia. She weaves huesome emotions that are deeply felt. She portrays her imaginations in short and terse verses in a poetic trance. Her eagerness to capture the nerve of grief and vast language of pain can be observed in her compacted and condensed lines where words flux finely and well-tuned.