I held an atlas in my lap
Ran my finger across the whole world
And whispered
Where does it hurt?
Everywhere everywhere

I held it close this time
Ran my finger over the bleeding atlas
And whispered
Does it heal eventually?
Not yet not yet, the scars havent yet healed

I shone my torch this time
Over the moaning globe
Whispered this time
What of your beauty, the seas and lakes?
Sigh sigh pure blood outnumbered pure water

I knelt down besides it
Lay my hand over the world’s picture
And whispered yet again
Don’t your lost beauty you desire?
Its been a while its been a while i fear to see my reflection

It lay beside ?
It hurts it hurts all this time I’ve waited for these words to escape your lips

~Huda Azam

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