Uprooted

I knew you’d spill it

If I could stand the sight of my own blood

Your gentle caring has compounded all my logic now

But you’re left uncaring still.

Asked me last May if you could push my feet into the raving den

Just so I could learn how to grow

But do plants blossom when you uproot them?

Or do they just learn what dreams to throw?

My name is Aiman Shah and I am a young poet belonging to Pakistan. I am currently doing my bachelors in English and am in my first semester of University. Poetry has been a growing passion of mine. I maintain a blog on my Instagram which I usually use as my platform for posting stuff I write, but I've been wanting to expand and watch my work appear in literary magazines and web zines.