Today’s Sensibilities - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Give them a leg spread
A toast, smooth-shine, a coming on face.
A lottery ticket, an add of a full house
Clearance. A revolutionary verse, three
Decades old. Rotten, and some philosopher
Of a fat belly, an artist with upturned moustache.
The soothing conformity of a divine -
The comfort zone of ‘seeking love’, a miracle.
A whip-tongued mullah’s quote
An ugly nude woman digitized.
Today’s sensibilities are as horrified
As the stories written by J. K. Rowling.
The Bourne Supremacy @ pluck you too
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