Annual of Urdu Studies, v. 7, 1990 p. 45.


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Azra Abbas

SIX POEMS

TODAY WAS A HOLIDAY

One arm hangs limp and empty,

the other bends under a load

One foot has gone to sleep

the other half itches for the road

Half my body nods in a dream

the other half holds a wake

I sold for pennies my inheritance

Spent one-half of the life's take

and put the other half in a bag

I left the doors unlatched, threw

a cloth over the dusty panes,

swore roundly at my floundering days and nights

then let one half-awake body

make love to another half-asleep

HANDS LYING ON A TABLE

The hands lie on the table I lift the hands

They remain lying on the table and laugh

Ifs difficult to lift

with one's own hands

one's own hands lying on a table

I pull with my teeth

They can't be budged

They remain lying on the table,

scored with toothmarks, mute,

staring

I stare back

My eyes fill with the table's color

I close my eyes

I rest my head on the hands

lying on the table

then fall asleep

Annual of Urdu Studies, #7 45


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