Fatima Nusairat Poet Prose Poetry

I Feel Cold Mum

Two windows overlook
Forty five winters and summers 
Two windows overlook
The years that passed 
From under the shade of pine trees 
Like snakes keeping vigil in the dry season 

Seasons ignite in their way
Happy and sad leaves
Burnt leaves of a crimson colour
As if they were only lights in two windows
Overlooking forty five winters and summers 

Two windows overlooking silently 
On the dream flowers
That grow above the marble
Above the threshold of the cool dry season

Oh mum 
How my pigtails fly up
As the cold wind blows through the alleys of Dawn
How my pigtails fly up in front of mirrors 
As the wind chews my body with time! 

I feel cold oh mom 
As if the face of the sun never shines
At that moment 
In the polar cold of time! 

Two windows overlook
Forty five winters and summers
And time runs out as the wind stings me 
Above the threshold 
Of the cool dry season

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