Fatima Nusairat

Freshman - 952 Points (Jordan)

On The Edge - Poem by Fatima Nusairat

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
Barefooted i was standing..
Holding my fists on a handful of dust
While the ash leaking from
The hole of my heart..!

Comments about On The Edge by Fatima Nusairat

  • Gold Star - 70,570 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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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