What Does It Matter....
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Nosheen Irfan
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What does the spring matter…
to the unfavored flesh
for whom smell of rain is
mixed with the smell of dung.
To the toiling heart
caged in the sweating chest
of low-paid labor.
To the bare-feet hunger
trudging on the broken tarmac
searching rotten fruit in dumps.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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