Loneliness Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Flocks of ducks..
That is moving in a calculated frequency
In the milky sky.
Fumes rising from stoves of huts
Near by Cambridge river oaks,
Those that glide..
With every wavelet cold displaced.
Virgin forest fragrant with
Scents of wild thyme and Saffron.

Gray squirrels..
Jumping joyfully and happily
On the cherry tree near the porch.
Sentimental anthem of nightingale
That leisurely romp along this evening.
Voices unrestrained and lost from half-
Sleepy 'Wayndotte county lake'.

Foggy windows from night's gasp.
Numbness which flow in me,
When listens to squeak time,
While crushing and grinding in
Speeds of 70 miles per hour..
Every lust and curiosity of my imagination,
It becomes scattered letters,
Through my exhausted screen.

All of this scene maybe not comparable,
To loneliness that frighten the night..
Then scares me.