IF POEMS WERE SHAPES...

If poems were shapes, mine would be

if poems were shapes mine would be a circle

chock-full with metaphors of love and hope,

eulogies charged with tales of inspiration 

and a simile hampered of kind souls. 

if poems were shapes mine would be a square

where every line and word will be equal 

omitting the society's gender sequel. 

cleaning up all the talk games and volumes 

consisting of so many antithetic costumes. 

if poems were shapes mine would be a rectangle

where the length of virtuous attributes can 

overtake the width of vicious quirk to 

rebuild relationships again which were 

gone astray in some reign.

if poems were shapes mine would be a triangle

where every angle will outspread light pampered 

with positive rays of ardency and heed so layered. 

and if i unite all the shapes on a plain paper 

where each shape cobble up their beauty of

positivity, honesty and compatibility 

there would be no room left 

for insecurities in hostility.

Ayesha Khalid