On the Edge of the Road
On the edge of road;
while he was going on his way
With feathered feet ,he became a dust!
Motionless pale and
barefooted I was standing
as a withered tree...
While the wind stings my lips!
I was standing on the edge of road
Holding my fists on a handful of dust
while the ash leaking from
the hole of my heart!
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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