[tabby title="Poem"] Sometimes our emotionsbehave like nomads,camping in unknownplaces for days,trying to understandlife. They fall with aheavy slump, reluctantto rise like a hippo,half-submerged,reclining in mudwith a slow, squelch. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Zahra is a poet from Pakistan whose work appears...

[tabby title="Poem"] The sky wascloakedin gray.the cloudswere weeping.As I walked today,tears began tofall on me—and they mademe fertile.I saw golden leaveslying crushed,flattenedby footstepsthat never paused.Nature oftenheld me,gently even whenshe grieves,And I wondered—If God had told usThat fallen thingswere sacred,Would wehave...