Wounded Arms & Bandage heart: Poem

 

Sitting besides the firewall 

 & Flickering candle

Besides the window

And she gently

Whispering my blow

My arms being bandaged

From the wounds for the

Person i deeply cared for

She warmly gaze at me

and said to me 

I live in distant land

With culture n colors

Different to your regin 

I am very much 

different to you

With language and ethics

Differs from you

And I held her hands

Gently and passionately

No matter how distant

You live

Now much different

You may be

You’re eyes hold

My world and joy

Your shadow becomes

My shelter at dusk

If fates drew us 

Difference of maps

It forgets one thighs

Our souls don't need

Any culture any creed

So like the flickering candle

And firewall that’s glittering

Stay besides me

And walk two steps more

Besides me….. 

Zahra Huma

Jan 04 2026