Sunday, June 13th, 2021

Sadia Nazib

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Sadia Nazib

Sadia Nazib

Ultimatum

The waiting for the paintbrush,
waiting for the easel,
Inners soul in waiting,
Waiting!

The waiting to touch the tip of the finger,
Waiting for fill-up the coffee cup
Waiting for the coffee cup to empty.
Waiting in intense excitement to let the

grass of chest gets wet into water drops.

Time burns into like ashes of cigarettes.
Waiting, just waiting!
Another pair of lips waiting for the thirsty lover,
The waiting body dried, white, pale white,
White like a starless blackout night!
Even you don’t know.
No one knows.

I have been tired of waiting so long,
For you, just for you.
Not anymore…
I swear to God,
I will ignite the waiting room in the fire,
burning my own soul and let everything breaks pieces into flame.
For you, just for you!

 

Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni

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