Awais Aftab

(after an incident in the hospital)

Three buxom nurses
and I struggled, befuddled
You, who held on to my white-coat
as if your life depends on it
You frail little thing,
what tenacity you have in your fingers
what vacuous desire in your eyes


F. said…
The course has definitely had a very positive impact on your own style of poetry. This is riveting!
Awais Aftab said…
@ F

Thank you! Yeah! I am glad to realize that the poet in me is not yet dead.