Our agonies will never wither
They will come one after another
And fold us into nothing one day
Will our happiness wither?
No… no … They won’t too
One joy will follow another
And one day will unmake us
This routine plays with the girl’s heart
Like the dark bamboo bush, playing with the evening light
Like the white swans that play with the slithering snails
Many gushes of tears gather
Several flashes of smiles heap
In the girl’s deep bosom
Holding on to them,
The girl pants and says, “I am fine, I am okay.”
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Umme Salma, Toowong, 2022
Salma Seclusion 