Clock That Dangle In Dates - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
Clock that dangle in dates
Kept me in wait.
The key that hanged in door lock
Handcuff me in whimpering.
Rain which mirrors in earth face
Burden me in nostalgia.
The freshness wind that sweetly
Rubbed night's ankles,
Put me down in the flame.
Dawn, who fell naked from time
Handed me as oblation to sleep.
And you who skillfully thief,
Embezzled my mouth roses!
Left me as a poppy pale on your banks.
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