This poem is taken from Stand 211, 14(3) September - November 2016.

Hafsah Aneela Bashir Six Poems
Nani and the Washing Machine

A regal woman with shy glints of gold,
she kindles fires within her chest.
The glimpse of her silvery red hair from beneath her chadar
defy her eighty-three years.
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