Rishma Dunlop Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rishma Dunlop

Words have turned to cloud
Footsteps look like fog
And truth is the sun.

It is hard
It is hard
It is hard

It was just yesterday
I chiselled everywhere
Since had lost my booklet
To find it had to be accurate
So I went all over; a long way.

The secret could not say
So used some politics:
"To me is valuable! "

Had received a thousand
Agenda turned banker
Cash between its pages…

She found it and saved it
"It's with me…"

Hey Rishma…
Where are you to answer?
Let's talk of Farrokzad
It is hard to believe
What I heard

It is hard
It is hard
It is hard.