Guess Who? Poem by Rehan Hyder

Would you be kind enough?
to peep out of window
and recount what designs of fate
you read on face of brick kiln worker
What oracles you have for the colic thinker (like me)
from jingling of bangles that
rotate earth clockwise
(dreams are fuming stomping stallions)

Rain-gauge is the inward smile of man
for whom clocks are turned back
so he can throw his arms in air
in praise of Lord with some if not millions

We live in the stupor of binaries
Rubbing patronizing lofas of
Conceit, cant and cadences of cosmic leaps
One of us is not so right? Guess who?