Eve,
Wrapped in the wrong body,
fights with the coincidences.
some times,
She gets slaughtered in the sleep
some times,
Axe falls on her
accidently.
some times,
A wandering bullet
consumes her breath.
some times,
Stove-burst becomes a funeral pyre.
samiya wonders,
why a young boy has never been consumed by co-incidences?
what's in her body that charms the bullets, axe, stove-burst?
whiff of air whispers!
'you are trapped in the wrong body.'
samiya wonders!
'what's wrong with her own body? '
Wali Jamali
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