Dispassion - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
This must have feathered the face, the edge of a paper,
Would cut through cheek. Smashing its way through the angry,
Shouts of the one singing like a Mexican, and yelling fire from tongue.
I have forgiven myself many times. My hands reached to the papers of currency.
Expressing pleasure and gratitude, as I feathered it in the air. Amazingly, and the one who.
Claimed to be the captor of 'jinni' laughed. Everything touched the ground.
The modesty was returning and the feathers that flew from my hands, alas.
I could have given to those poor musicians separately and in hiding. I wished.
If I go there to the other one sitting in the corner not knowing, whether he sang.
Well or not. Many were dancing to his music.
Then she said I join a cause, why?
I am suffering from compassion fatigue.
I am sick of these serene messages full of lies on the face book.
I have lost a lot of ground.
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