Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Life of a Poet

Producing poetry is like pushing an empty pen
Right into your guest’s sinless heart
Write as the horror in their eyes
Dulls engulfed into death
But pray at their dargah
Notice it is your own
We poets worship
Ourselves first
We murder it
Again and

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