Response Poem 4: On Agha Shahid Ali's 'Language Games' - Aliza Bakht


Scrabble

I’ve always been good at Scrabble.
When I was younger,
I used to practice creating
words out of chaos.

It eventually strengthened me
Till I met you.
You who popped out of nowhere
And charmed me with your

Great flair for Scrabble.
For creating words;
Many without meanings
And many for the pleasure of

The game itself.
I struggled and attacked
Eventually got lost in the wordplay.
Triple score? Double score?

Were we keeping score at all?
Chaos reigned but no words came
I had to break the gameboard.
And start again from scratch, without you.

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