Being-towards-death
All dressed up
And nowhere to go
Veiled eyes
Sealed lips
Fettered feet
Moved
Here, there
Against my will
Liberate me, Death
Let another be born free
by Anjum Altaf
—transcreation, 3/22/25 of
an Urdu Poem by Sara Shagufta
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