Unravel the mystery of the half-burnt toast
a slice of brown bread that couldn’t succumb to fire.
One day you’ll know what it means.
A pale, brown woman with unkempt tresses
walks along the pavement. The asphalt and concrete cracked with age:
A barren thoroughfare of desires – A road to hell in-the-making
Her black eyes look around
the remnants of a half-eaten apple look tempting.
She hides it secretly inside her cleavage –
A feeble attempt at a brutal revenge
those once altruistic soldiers become mannequins.
My poor Pakistani mother in a slum
too has feelings, too has rage.
They say have patience, you will get the aid you deserve.
Don’t they know the toast has burnt and the jam is now wet?
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific.