Such a sad song!
I often say this while wiping my tears
off my mumma's handkerchief.
It's a romantic song, silly,
my cousin always nudges.
I smile every time,
when she says that.
Yeah, it's a romantic song
but have you noticed melancholy in her voice?
Oh c'mon, you're too sensitive.
Sen-si-ti-vi-ty - 5 syllables, means 5 vowel sounds,
with the repetition of i, three times.
‘Sexy’, ‘Body’, ‘Sexy’ - the voice rings in my ears,
‘i’, ‘not ready’, ‘do’-, ‘no’-, ‘for’-- ‘me’, ‘i’,
10 vowels, many sounds, i too lonely.
I was his sister-in-law's favourite student,
I before that day, i now.
You mistook it, dear,
he reads Koran daily.
You're right, mama.
My body is a Holy verse
where he had to emboss a print,
Your teacher said,
he considers you like his daughter.
Of course, he does.
A nuclide formed by the decay of another.
Birthmark is the same, identity different.
It must be a 'slip of the hand',
he is not a harasser
Yeah, mumma, it was.
Remember papa’s funeral when J took me upstairs,
to show me stars, too, are mourning?
He gave me a warm hug,
so warm mama, I could feel his tush,
it was kindness, yes.
And when uncle K called me into his room,
he genuinely meant I look good in pink.
Tell me something, mama,
was papa ever this kind too?
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific.