On The Edge - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
On the edge of the road..;
While he was going on his way,
In a feathered feet..
He became a dust..!
Pale I was standing and motionless..,
As a withered tree..
And the wind stings my lips!
On the edge of the road
Barefooted i was standing..
Holding my fists on a handful of dust
While the ash leaking from
The hole of my heart..!
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