Fairuziya
Jaat Muadibati — my mum would softly sing.
And still bleue and naive, I wouldn’t get a thing.
Decades long would pass for me to feel the sting —
Muadibat ar-ruh... just left behind her ring.
My flesh tore into shreds, and shrieks of mine still ring;
Deflating, grounding sentence — ripping off wing by wing.
Shattered in disbelief — for who thought life would bring
The day on which eternal - be deemed only a fling?