They heard about the novels-
of women like men
and fall into –
the university of intensity
to close the nose of books
of their younger ones
for oppressed ones.
Fathima Sanna
lives in the doldrums
They heard about the novels-
of women like men
and fall into –
the university of intensity
to close the nose of books
of their younger ones
for oppressed ones.
Fathima Sanna
Reminder pops up
at the eighteenth candle
to play with creams
and laser
and weighing scale
to extract a new art
within me
to attract whoever is
willing –
to subtract the beauty
in me.
I shout at to shoo,
to play with books
and blazer
and currency,
and they yell
that they have been
in ouch.
Fathima Sanna
I dig the history of my blood,
and I see a teen with half head
and a hand.
A man rises
in search of house,
and she hides and hides
into the corner.
Mamma pushes her,
and granny with a kitchen knife
over herself.
The poor silence
is trapped in the midst.
Fathima Sanna