just because my feet
are wont more to regression then
progression
just because my words
were not a tether firm
that could stop you
just because neither you
are Jahan Noor, nor I Jahangir
you can be interminably offline
and leave no mark, moan or monument
just because I persistently offer you
swatch of my skin and insist it matches
(you are under no obligation
to high-five my insanities)
just because I now cringe my neck
to pay homage to the cliff of your indifference
you might shoo me off
I know not another alley
another reality another morsel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The spoken experience -rather than a written one - one can feel the intonation --