Listen to the poem being read here: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdn6UdCw/?k=1
A storm is unleashed
In sheets upon sheets
Of pouring rain
In a cacophony
Pounding the ears
Pounding the earth
For a while
The storm becomes a part of me
I listen …
I hear a howl, a primal cry
I’m agitated, it feels so familiar
I still my breath …
I know that voice
I’ve heard it before
Finding itself
In a tropical downpour
As the sky tore open its breast
Pouring out its glutted greyness
On my world that was floating upon
Even tides of peace and rest
I heard it then, the banshee scream
It swelled upon the torrents that
Came down in never ending sheets
I heard it then as I hear it now
That voice that is screaming inside me
Mahvash Mohtadullah - The Roaming Desi 
All the wars we have inside us. Loved this one Mahvash 💕
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Thank you Arshad. And that’s exactly it. The storms within reminded of by the storms without
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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdn2U9fN/?k=1
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There you are, all pretty and studious reading the way its written.
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Haha! I’m probably more emotive reading my stories out loud 😄
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It’s good hearing you, the poem has more feelings.
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