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When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
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“Cinnamon girl, I hope you learn to love the warmth and richness your presence exudes.
Do not let anyone tell you that you are not worth the fight.
I hope you learn to unhate your appearance, and embrace it like a lover does to thighs.
Your beauty is truly, simply bonafide.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
Do not let anyone tell you that you are not worth the fight.
I hope you learn to unhate your appearance, and embrace it like a lover does to thighs.
Your beauty is truly, simply bonafide.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“My beloved friends: my dear pen and paper,
Thank you for saving my life.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
Thank you for saving my life.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“The beauty of a good poem,
Is that it makes you want to live or to die.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
Is that it makes you want to live or to die.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“How delightful is the mystery of meaning,
What a wonderful way to spend your time.
Re-reading the lines as you would a scripture,
Every stanza, to your heart, inclined.
Staring straight at the poet’s soul on paper,
A bond so intimate you must sigh.
So intriguing how such big feelings can be summed up in merely a few lines.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
What a wonderful way to spend your time.
Re-reading the lines as you would a scripture,
Every stanza, to your heart, inclined.
Staring straight at the poet’s soul on paper,
A bond so intimate you must sigh.
So intriguing how such big feelings can be summed up in merely a few lines.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“Oftentimes I catch myself staring at a particular nothing.
Nothing at all.
Transported to somewhere that only exists within me.
Not blinking for several seconds at a time,
Eyes stinging from unwanted memories.
I force myself to snap out of these wretched recollections,
Swallowing the words I want to say away.
Down to where no one else can see them,
Where no one else but I know they lay.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
Nothing at all.
Transported to somewhere that only exists within me.
Not blinking for several seconds at a time,
Eyes stinging from unwanted memories.
I force myself to snap out of these wretched recollections,
Swallowing the words I want to say away.
Down to where no one else can see them,
Where no one else but I know they lay.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“... This mishap is so adjacent to our love.
A fleeting few specks of time,
Disappearing as soon as it arrived.
All that remains is the aftermath of myself, lost and bewildered.
Holding the baggage of a loneliness so weighty,
My stature hangs lower than how I first appeared.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
A fleeting few specks of time,
Disappearing as soon as it arrived.
All that remains is the aftermath of myself, lost and bewildered.
Holding the baggage of a loneliness so weighty,
My stature hangs lower than how I first appeared.”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
“How nice it must be to roam free and frolic the streets, singing with glee.
Meanwhile I burn in my own home,
With not a single option to flee.
My hand hangs dormant out the window,
Dreaming of days where my fingers shall dance with the wind,
Out of a window on a train that will take me
Far, far away…”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
Meanwhile I burn in my own home,
With not a single option to flee.
My hand hangs dormant out the window,
Dreaming of days where my fingers shall dance with the wind,
Out of a window on a train that will take me
Far, far away…”
― When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury
