Above the abyss


I did not build a house to shelter me-
The joys of overcoming great sorrows
my gypsy soul learned
on the open sea,
as I swam, from belief to betrayal
from insanity to aim,
From foam to foam…

Comments

Elisabeth said…
Wonderfully evocative words, Nazia. they resonate for me and make me curious about this gypsy soul and the sorrows from which she has learned to shelter.
Nazia Mallick said…
Thank You Elisabeth, for your words.

May be one day:)

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