Shoaib Akhtar


Shoaib Akhtar Poems

1. Posthumous 5/31/2009
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Posthumous

I died
last year. It was
like the end
of the sudden death,
the overtime
your mother had given us,
which you spent
calculating and balancing
our prospects together.
But I was no Bassanio
so unlike him
I couldn’t look through
any semblance
your people poised;
neither was I
ever as fortunate
as Antonio,
and like always
the scales tilted
against me.


It was the twelfth day
of the month. In leap years
this month starts
on the same day
of the week
as January. A month
named after the Caesar. And although
like...

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