Awsaaf Ali

Rookie - 10 Points (27th August 1997 / Hyderabad, India.)

The Unseen Saw - Poem by Awsaaf Ali

The thief of Acrona, I lied,
Robbing tourists and escaping plight...
The inevitable magic in my eyes,
Was spotted in the princess' eyes,
The land beneath her legs moved,
The time instantly passed and on the royal bed, we droft...
Kissing her perfect bosom,
I laughed, in the gloom,
Then I had got her lip caught,
And the voices of love,
The ears of consierge caught!
He then broke the wooden door and came in,
Looked my face angrily and held my chin...
Dragged naked to the gallows by the king's command,
Hands and legs tied, pulled by the heel with the face kissing the sand...
Legs mine, half stretched, tied by the log,
I looked at her and heard her sob...
And when the execution begun,
My face covered with a thick lenin, hidden...
Some pins of random order touched between my nude thighs,
I could not look at the ground nor the skies...
Four leather legs I could smell,
Covered with mire and the saw begun to dwell...
I felt the saw cutting me for the following hours,
Then my soul kicked itself out my body,
Where the crowd look at my parted body and whispered ''gross''.


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Comments about The Unseen Saw by Awsaaf Ali

  • Rookie - 361 Points Shania K. Younce (3/24/2014 11:17:00 PM)

    The imagery is quite fine. Bien! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014


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