Farida Haque
Apr 18, 2024

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Thank you for reading.
It’s a love poem. Two people. The woman late in life realizes how different they were. She worshipped him. He belonged to a cold world but was as vital and monolithic as a jaguar.
It’s a dirge grieving yet yearning for what was lost.
I’m not sure if I’m getting it right!
🙏🏽😅

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Farida Haque
Farida Haque

Written by Farida Haque

Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com

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