(for Monira Qais)
I had just slipped straight from my mother’s womb
into this house where rumours breed like spawn,
and the grown-ups grinned as I stood like a torso;
my eyes blinked at the dazzle of their carnival lights.
And the lords of life told I’d just be freaking out;
like a trapped mouse, I stiffened with starlit fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem