A Small Wish Poem by Saima Afreen

When the Moon
Drowns herself in the dreams of Monét-
pin a few broken
Couplets
at the satin edge
of my skirt-
with poppies and pansies

And
let a torn lace
from-my bodice-
bandage-
the crushed-
breaths
on your mahogany bed

And when
the naked mirrors-
cover themselves
with blue starlight-
tuck the emerald
of the earth
in my hair
and let these forests bloom
as jasmines, olives, and sandalwood
on the white horse of your pillow
That rides
On the wet waist
of Heer

And when
Each drunk moment
opens as a full-blown pink lilac
Climbing to the ceiling
That onyx eyelashes paint
Frescoes on-
hook the anchors
of my floating soul
to the crystal beaches
of maple songs-
that
f
a
l
l
On the folds of a naked rose


…and
sleep, sleep, my Love, Sleep…

The blush dawning on hill-tops
Shall wipe your
Gulposh
w
i
n
d o w s

C l e a n…