The Whistling Wind Poem by Fatima Nusairat

There is no entrance, no exit..;
No doors, no stairs,
No, windows..
No..voice shaking over
The telephone..!

,
There is only:
walls and barbed wire
Of the night,
Pages in minuscule words..
So it's hard for anyone to read,
Radio without antenna..
Picks only the whistling of the wind,
,
And a heart as an airless tire
Holding only memorabilia..
Of elapsed things..
And..images of my beloved..
Where they all embodied in you..!