Monday, 21 March 2016

Unmarked Stone

the lover laments,
and aunties shrug
not a beautiful lass -
with no known heir to shame
at the unmarked grave
is little girl blue, at her final space.
the lover - rendezvousing,
with the wild of the
cemetery gates, forgets her name. 


- By Laila Ali Haid 








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