by fathema | Jul 29, 2019 | Uncategorized
The species slaughtered and sliced, Washed and fried, golden brown, Blood mixed water saved with care, And carried out with conscientious gait, Without sprinkling the immaculate floor, To shower the slender pumpkin creeper, That makes it grow and...
by fathema | Jul 20, 2019 | Uncategorized
Bells jingle, collection escalates, Mother yells: “No torn clothes, only the washed and good ones.” Father with spectacles on nose tip, Lifts and measures each weight, The child to carry to the school’s third floor, Packs of rice, wheat and lentils. ...
by fathema | Jul 3, 2019 | Uncategorized
Solitude in the closed room, Squeezes the darkness to exude, The crushed and faint smell of the years, Of picking mango fruits, Speeding with the wind, Sliding down into the water, Splashing into the puddles, Of nightly fear of hoary ghosts, And curling in chill...
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