Two Poems by Umma Habiba

Poster

Let the last poster read
That the hills now return home devouring human flesh

Sucking on the salt-scented blood,
I am hanging from the rope
When the wind comes –
I will leave my body and fly towards the Akhaura station.
A hill will chase me
In a bear hug, his tongue will leave poison on my soft lips –
If I swallow death is inevitable.

The rope of the night trembles in pain,
The hill hangs from it –
It can jump on the locals anytime.

Write down on the poster, in red ink
May the human bodies melt before they starve to death.
Let the poster fly away from the heap of corpses.
Let the hill survive devouring the human flesh.

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Aromatic Lips

Winter is a dejected sea
Like the night is the sum of some dogs whining,
And the hill is the pale face
Dying for sleep in a numbing pain.

I have lost a pair of aromatic lips
From the same mouth where you lost the 13th tongue
I am here – in search of those lips.
Please turn on the lights.

My eyes never sold the years I got to live –
I just fell asleep on the bed of a man who did not love me;
I was tired of the long walks –
And the endless search –
I will leave before nightfall
Where winter is a dejected sea.

And the night is the sum of the lover’s curses.