The Divine Woman — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Saleem Shahzad
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧-𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙝𝙡 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙝𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧-𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙎𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙝𝙡 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙝𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝,
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙢
𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.
𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨
𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨
𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙-𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚?
A crowd runs through his veins.
His soul is red.
His soul
chirps
in the echo of ears,