A Cross-eyed Woman


Her eyes keep
the carcass of her beauty.
a soul is more charming.
people don’t prefer to it.

It’s modern to say,
“No dowry."
Yet, a wedlock without a gold-lock
is rare here.
Poverty padlocks her dreams.

Midlife sun burns.
Hope level falls.
Her snakehead fish sinks
into the black mud.

by the dark beard of moral fascism,
her eloping thoughts retreat.
She buries her biological needs
in her womb.

First published in The Literary Hatchet.


Mohamed Sarfan's picture
Dear Poeter, Desires in human life are very simple. But, in the course of time the realities of life are a struggle for many. Smile the rag cloth mortgaged in the handwriting of the senses. Write more Congratulations

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