Poetry

Published June 3, 2014 by sidmary

Poetry comes to me in the exam hall

As I sit waiting,

When the leaves wave at me

Past the closed windows

High up the wall.

.

She comes and she whispers

In the sound of rustling leaves

Into my ear,

And I answer her call.

 

— Sidra Maryam

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