Written by Sana Tanveer Malik, a Lahori at heart, has (been) relocated to Minneapolis, MN to complete her Bachelors degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. When she is not working two jobs and taking classes at school, she likes to read, waste time on Facebook, and write a poem or two. She also likes to write about herself in the third person. Read more by this writer |
This Worldstrives to bisect you and me by the colors of passports, broken-bottled peripheries, daggered enmity, fancied and real, like the spine of a holy sutra is fractured into two, never to meld into one except by havoc. Yet cling onto the Rope and cling fast, never to let go, so that one day you are my angel and I’m your houri in the gardens that hinder no love. |
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