This is well meaning satire. (Clarifying for the benefit of those readers who are still in awe of the Royals and may feel quite contrary about such outrageous literary endeavors 🤓) Read to the lilt of “Mistress Mary, Quite Contrary, How does your garden grow?”
Harry Harry! You’re so contrary How does this scandal go? With Meghan talking The Monarchy balking And the Commonwealth all in a tizzy so.
Hairy Hairy! The story’s getting scary! As Archie’s peaches’n’cream glow ... Was once under suspicion Since the pasty skin condition Is vital for the bluest blood to flow.
Marry Marry! In crowns and skirts a-flarey You had to jostle the imperial bough ... Daddy did the right thing Big brother duly followed him You went and started a socio-cultural row.
Goblins and Fairies! You wish that you could tarry In Nevernever Land with Cap’n Hook ... For reality’s a-biting This game of thrones is frightening And it just seems nicer to be hiding in a book.
For Friends and Adversaries! To know was necessary That is how great changes take root ... So keep the commoner cloak on The scandal’s far from being gone Granny too’ll want to stomp her august boot.
But when all’s said and done ...
Its hurrah hurrah Harry! You’ve been extraordinary For calling out the system so ... The bigoted beast’s a-fester Of king and queen and jester Dang! It’s been a cracker of a reality show!
My friend, Naila Mehmood, ccâd, would like to include your poem âI Am Alrightâ in the Vasl Artistsâ Associationâs newsletter below, with proper citations. Would you be okay with that?
Thanks,
Nabila Maniya
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VERSE| I AM ALRIGHT
by Mahvash K. M.
You ask me if Iâm alright …
I am alright, but the stabs of pain in my heart are not alright.
You ask me if Iâm ok …
I am ok, but the stranglehold of despair around my throat is not ok
You ask me if Iâm fine …
I am fine, but the icy grip of fear in my soul is not fine.
I need to remove each shard of glass from my heart, one piercing sliver at a time;
Even if a hole, an abysmal gorge remains, I can learn to fill it with other things, better things.
I need to loosen the malevolent grip of hopelessness, one gnarled finger at a time;
And learn to open myself up to the comfort of a quiet, gentle embrace.
I need to thaw the icicles of dread, one knifelike lance at a time;
and learn to warm my soul with the simple heat of being alive.
I know that I need to learn to separate my angst from my being; learn to put the wretchedness to bed
So that every so often, I am able to feel whole, happy and free.
And so my friend, when you ask me if I am well
I say, I am well because Iâm learning to take care of the most fragile parts of myself.
I will be alright; I will be fine; I will be ok
Mahvash K. M. | March 16, 2021 at 1:48 PM | Tags: Bbcnews, Broken, CNN, Colombo, Despair, Faith, hope, learning, positivity, Sadness, SriLanka, theGuardian, thereset | Categories: Faith, poetry, verse, writing | URL: https://wp.me/sbBOcZ-alright
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Mahvash K. M. posted: ” This is fond, well meaning satire. (Clarifying for the benefit of those readers who are still in awe of the royals and may feel quite contrary at such outrageous literary endeavors [ð¤] )Read to the lilt of âMistress Mary, Quite Contrary, How does your gard”
Hello Nabila,
Thanks for getting in touch. Could you please email me on mahvashkmoht@gmail.com to take this forward. Just wanted to clarify a couple of things.
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Hello Mahwash,
My friend, Naila Mehmood, ccâd, would like to include your poem âI Am Alrightâ in the Vasl Artistsâ Associationâs newsletter below, with proper citations. Would you be okay with that?
Thanks,
Nabila Maniya
[cid:D7570EFF-ADD6-4959-B30A-9BDD02888494]
VERSE| I AM ALRIGHT
by Mahvash K. M.
You ask me if Iâm alright …
I am alright, but the stabs of pain in my heart are not alright.
You ask me if Iâm ok …
I am ok, but the stranglehold of despair around my throat is not ok
You ask me if Iâm fine …
I am fine, but the icy grip of fear in my soul is not fine.
I need to remove each shard of glass from my heart, one piercing sliver at a time;
Even if a hole, an abysmal gorge remains, I can learn to fill it with other things, better things.
I need to loosen the malevolent grip of hopelessness, one gnarled finger at a time;
And learn to open myself up to the comfort of a quiet, gentle embrace.
I need to thaw the icicles of dread, one knifelike lance at a time;
and learn to warm my soul with the simple heat of being alive.
I know that I need to learn to separate my angst from my being; learn to put the wretchedness to bed
So that every so often, I am able to feel whole, happy and free.
And so my friend, when you ask me if I am well
I say, I am well because Iâm learning to take care of the most fragile parts of myself.
I will be alright; I will be fine; I will be ok
Mahvash K. M. | March 16, 2021 at 1:48 PM | Tags: Bbcnews, Broken, CNN, Colombo, Despair, Faith, hope, learning, positivity, Sadness, SriLanka, theGuardian, thereset | Categories: Faith, poetry, verse, writing | URL: https://wp.me/sbBOcZ-alright
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Mahvash K. M. posted: ” This is fond, well meaning satire. (Clarifying for the benefit of those readers who are still in awe of the royals and may feel quite contrary at such outrageous literary endeavors [ð¤] )Read to the lilt of âMistress Mary, Quite Contrary, How does your gard”
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Hello Nabila,
Thanks for getting in touch. Could you please email me on mahvashkmoht@gmail.com to take this forward. Just wanted to clarify a couple of things.
Thanks.
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