RELIGION Poem: Nuse, by Kainaat Jabir

In our house, love and self-sacrifice are synonymous,
where it breathes in silence and clenched fists.

It’s the act of keeping the resting hand hanging free, not enclosed, repulsed and not letting go.
It’s being at home with that sanguine taste in your mouth and being grateful for the peeled fruit, albeit rotten.

You exist to give, and the giving never ends,
and the ruins are still ruins as the heirloom of agony hangs.
In our house love and religion co-exist, one as a noose as the latter tightens it, the helplessness, the hope, all leading up to that faithful diseased hand stretched towards God.

-kainaat.

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