As Of My Self Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

I write it for perhaps I have got only this way
This way is everything, and close to heart
It suits me too much
By the way, I also rain when I speak
I am natural to my nights
Yes, I am at times drowned in days
I am not born to run in race
I am living a hell beautiful life
What can be more beautiful than living in this world?
I am not here to preach anything
I just pain what is there in my eyes
What my heart feels,
and what my head senses around
Syria's murdered smile,
Kashmir's crying eyes,
and Palestinian pain,
I am in this language of life!
I do not manage the musical mount
Starry sky chases me
And the moonlight enlivens me lovingly
Lost in lines, and perfected beyond measures
I am instantly separated from the sadism
It disturbs me intellectually
And I sing it; I simplify it
Screaming it out aloud...