Rain - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
You the one who is falling - without guidance..;
At the streets which do not drink the water,
Washing the sidewalks from the mud of footsteps,
Tapping tears on the glass windows,
Clicking the closed doors,
Seduction grows in the ugly faces
And you which you fall as a homeless child..
At the wars that sow death
As on the bodies of the victims
Ah. Dear rain..
If I could know where you go..? !
If I could know how you sleep..? !
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