Let Him Be Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Let him be paint with protruding edges,
And touch it gently with your fingers.

Let him be a dumb- rounder stone
On your doorstep stumble in it,
Carelessly again and again

Let him be a green dawn,
All morning, leaves a line of breath
On thy balcony,
And let him be a color of sun
Out there and melts in hill.

Let him be anything or nothing,
Just be tender, lest disappears,
Suddenly, and forever