Tinnitus Poem by Usman Hanif

I hear the melodies
of your past
when you lived like me
always carefree...
Though you're referred with the death
but i keep on hearing your past
The dark days when we were the wiccans
You used to conjure the storms
You'd always loved to thrill the folk
Now, aint you happy!
That the foke themselves executed you
It's good that you're dead
But why do your past lives?
I always hear your past
Like the fragrant symphony
which i always loved
But its continuous hearing annoys me

So either take away with you those voices
Or come back to resume our practice...

17-07-2008