Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
High Priest 1 - Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
Down came a butcher and opened a heart
Forth came no Beloved but a dejected tart.
Soul caged and whipped, all desires known
Pieces of goblet high priest called his own.
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