Poetry. . . from Shamsad Mortuza
A Love Poem
I can see your veins
I can see your arteries
I can see how your nerve runs
I can see how vulnerable you are
I can see the carrion eaters making a nest of you
I can see your friends leaving you when you needed them the most
I was there, when he
dressed you in white
In that cold night
And stripped you
to your bare self
In the next morning
I was there -
Just to ask
Why you had to
Scrawl my piece
Of the sky
You sculptural tree
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