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
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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