Under the sky

We didn’t have a roof above us
The stars lightened up our dreams.
Floor beneath was terribly cool
Yet we found pleasure in it.
Once more we shared the childhood tales
The story of the wicked wizard on horseback
And the princess with large beautiful eyes.
We searched that dead old rabbit
On the withered, yet white face of moon.
Again I wanted you to fly higher
To bring a tiny piece of moon near.
Through the holes in the canopy of this tree
Our eyes followed the shooting star.
Searching for warmth in the coolness
We entangled ourselves in each others arms.
Sucking out the pleasure of night
We forgot the lack of roof above us
The flowing earth beneath us
And the falling tree behind us.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

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