Trembling Hands
My hands tremble: What a misery!
Drops the pen nor writes,
Words spilled out from my mouth.
Oh, for this rapid flow,
Oh for this feathers!
My hands neither tremble nor write _
Why shall I care!
If you not read my messages
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
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