Poems by Fathima Usman

The pages of Knowledge

a poem by Fathima Usman

The pages flutter every day, every minute
Every minute of every day.
Pens mercilessly scratch upon them,
But the mind cruelly remains blank.
Outside: winter, sunshine, birds,
Flowers and everything
They say is an illusion.
What do we learn where we are?
Loss of innocence.
Loss of the stars
When the sky is dark.