Autobiography Poem by Ruslan Kerimov

A tiger am I, lonely, yoked,
A cigarette extinguished, smoked,
A land uncared-for, abandoned,
Alive am I but still a phantom,
A promise not yet quite fulfilled,
A truth unknown, unrevealed,
A being doleful and suppressed,
A soul constricted in the chest,
A river vectorless in desert,
A word for many so unpleasant,
An avalanche in agony,
A volcano arrested in mutiny,
A bee so keen on making honey
A fool in making real money,
A hand disturbing the guitar,
A disappointed avatar,
A rat that doesn’t eat his brother,
A roach that doesn’t invite the others
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