Diagnosis Faiz Kabir Every day I grow wild so much of multi legged thoughts and feelings so much of pregnancy with letters and words They saunter in wilderness scream to deliver the spaces of pain some think of pleasure others damns who care but it is a pain in the heart truly or I could get a warm cup of smile instead of an officer’s honk from the mouth of a saint at home for making a topiary of my thoughts I promise I should be simple watching the watch following the protocol eat-work-eat-sleep-eat never be a brain but a brain dead moving only to satisfy the codes of government private or public Alas, I have turned into a corrupt CPU going beyond what I am confined to I grow wild, wilder and wildest as I move through the pages of everyday I know I become bizarre A never to be cured little poet @Faiz Kabir, Toledo, 2013
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 02:11:56 +0000
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