I would just love if somebody could teach me this art or would pay
me for this. This is one thing I really and truly love.
The Vision
Haseeb Ahmed
[has_ac@yahoo.com]
I saw the colours of grief
Yellow, orange and purple blue
In goes my hand
Becomes wet
The dryness of the scent cracked
My face crumbling underneath
Slowly, slowly, slowly
The make up washed
I stand
Staring at myself
For once
Just for once
Poem © 2001 Haseeb Ahmed, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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