by Fizza Abbas
A black-haired woman
with a thin, frail body,
lying naked from head to toe
with a kashkul in her hands,
asking for a penny
from those moving around the corridor.
I often dream of aid.
Her hazel green eyes
complement the mole on her neck
while her delicate hands tell me
her mother never involved her in any household chores —
she was always her dear darling.
She was once called kindness
now known as the trace.
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.
