And The Night Last, It Rained. Poem by Naveed Saraf

The knees are hugged to the stomach,
The toes now touch the dust on the ground,
See the arrival of hope hasn't been so easy.
The morning sun didn't come for many days,
And the night last, it rained.
The fists are drenched in sweat now,
Not as if I was holding a sin,
But because they are held too tight.
The back has a bent to it,
And neck has this stiffness.
See the arrival of hope hasn't been so easy.
The morning sun didn't come for many days,
And the night last, it rained.

The room where I sit,
has these windows open now,
the door closed;
the walls hard;
the floor few feet into the ground,
See the arrival of hope hasn't been so easy.
The morning sun didn't come for many days,
And the night last, it rained.