By Farzana Munshi
Her hands are stretched out to the lap of cliffs
She’s climbing to heaven by treading falls
Her eyes are sapphire
Hair woven in gold silk threads
Her soul is the pearl harboured in heaven
Body’s scent pure as a new born
Alas! Why is she drowned in thought?
Why are you blue?
The part I bore is turning my fate low, she says,
Lowering her gaze, the breeze gusting
My children are splicing away my love essence
I wail but they rend