Grumblings Of A Loner Poem by Ali Faizan Kazmi

Grumblings Of A Loner



It is indeed past me - the genuine, expecting
Gaze wherewith you asked me then,
Wherewith you ask me now and again.
As if I would endeavour each time to perfecting

A different yet semantically similar reply:
'Must we not put on our best and go,
To idle away time with so and so? '
As well, I could just skyward stare whereby

I might achieve the same, if not more.
No, I would above all not relent
To frivolousness, to words misspent.
Hereof you mustn't impel nor implore.

For why would I choose the company of such
As those who would but to silence speak,
Or to paraphrase the prevalent mind,
Those who indulgence, not insp'ration, seek,
In what men play and in what men find?

Your leave I must ask, forthcoming or not,
As already a lapse this matter has brought

And soonest return to my parchment and pen,
Too, that cupboard full of wise, old men.

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