Let Him Be
Let him be paint with protruding edges,
And touch it gently with your fingers.
Let him be a dumb- rounder stone
On your doorstep stumble in it,
Carelessly again and again
Let him be a green dawn,
All morning, leaves a line of breath
On thy balcony,
And let him be a color of sun
Out there and melts in hill.
Let him be anything or nothing,
Just be tender, lest disappears,
Suddenly, and forever
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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