I wait for rejection emails like an old saint.
The white-bearded maestro basks in the canopy of stillness. Doesn’t tell anyone. But quietly
listens to the whispers of the red-headed matriarch, with eyes closed. The faded drops of
rain carve a rainbow up in the sky while the cupid draws out gold-tipped arrows in the air.
Just another day for the saint.
Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific. TWITTER