In(Me) - Poem by Misbah Uddin
Its a joy as I form it in me
and I'm comfortable I swear to it
dont know I doubt if anybody did
know or not what is a (s) he
It's miraculous in its way to take
a form from the Zero
and it's a mesmerizing blow
on its way to fall apart mate!
What is an ‘is'?
Don't be a linguist here
what is an ease
to form it dear
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