A womans day revisited
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
Yes beta I beg she said
My dreams fishes out
of water..
Alive for a second
Now unfortunately all dead
Betrayed by bad time
More bad times ahead
Body craving for morsels
My shriveled soul unfed
My misery stamped as
Sign of wasted womanhood
On the temple of my forehead
Wrapped in my wrinkled despair
Are the folds of a winding sheet
I appear alive a human apparition
carrying the silhouette
Of my death bed.
