I Still Wait - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
Because I still wait...
To grow from my hand,
My chest, my eyes,
Three poems, with long legs,
To amaze the death, when
Comes as a divinely guest to picking me,
I who do not hold but a name splinter with sins.
I tighten my grip, on my heart forks.
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