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Fatima Nusairat

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On The Edge


On the edge of the road..;
While he was going on his way,
In a feathered feet..
He became a dust..!
,
Pale I was standing and motionless..,
As a withered tree..
And the wind stings my lips!
,
On the edge of the road
There..
Barefooted i was standing..
Holding my fists on a handful of dust
While the ash leaking from
The hole of my heart..!

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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  • Gold Star - 19,033 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/19/2013 8:18:00 PM)

    On the edge of the road, good write, I like it, thanks. vote 10
    I invite you to read my poems and vote. (Report) Reply

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