22.12.13.1
Momina Arif
24/05/2020
And there was no art to her cry
There were no stories in her eyes
You looked at her that time
But you didn’t love her even when you tried
She asked for a miracle, a pair of eyes
That saw her even when she couldn’t see the light
Prayers are laryngitis nightingales
A Frankenstein in my own right
Snakes don’t have ears, scorpions have no eyes
So when she stepped aside
He did so for life.