A poem by Nasreen Hamza Ali

 

The same eye, the same night, dreams remain

Where there is erasure, the same anxiety remains. The whole scene of that time has changed That is, mirages remain. Hajj has been with me for many years All the same calculations are left in hand. I have never been able to find any comfort Eternal torment leaves torment in the heart. Destiny is changing Like roses in a handful of branches. Nasreen Hamza Ali

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