the ugly writers

March Song

As Time Achingly remembers That years ago in March Someone sang to me My first lullaby...

March,

The month of blossoming charm

forgotten wonders

Of bygone winters

And spring’s west wind

Far from summers

And autumn’s rustic colors,

As Time

Achingly remembers

That years ago in March

Someone sang to me

My first lullaby…

 

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems at The Ugly Writers or by clicking on any of her works below:

call me home  man who can't be named  

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

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Maryam H. Viqar
A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love...and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....