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AMOR FATI by Hafsa Mumtaz

 

Amor Fati

by Hafsa Mumtaz



In the library of my raconteur heart,
I highlight the word, 'experience', and 
Plunge into the pond of my past,
Holding the cobblestones turning them
And gazing at its unruffled face, at the
Satiny carpet under the waves in flux
Where brushwood lies vitiating the pond,
But I like the mess on the sleek mat
Of patina covering the soil, slippery like
A slime coverture. The mirroring palm
Of the pond - a panorama of clouds
Scudding and melting into a fire rainbow
Of the moments stored in the vault of time.
I see my faults searching for a hideout
In these colors fighting each other.
I strew on them the scraps of acumen
That calls these bits of past I learn 
Plenty from, 'My mentor'.









Hafsa Mumtaz, aged 22, is an emerging Muslim poet from Pakistan, and a graduate of English Language and Literature. Her poetry has been published in Visual VerseThe Rising Phoenix Review, Women’s Spiritual PoetryThe New Verse NewsPoetry Potion, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Terror House Magazine, Ravi Magazine, The Sandy River Review, and has appeared or is forthcoming in Couplet Poetry.

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