Abscess of time: A sad poem by Somoy Shafi
Abscess of time
Where are you, O splendor?
Where are you, O radiance?
Where are you, O peace?
Here is your poet locked up inside some wild shrubs
Have you ever noticed?
He has some lines
He has some clematis vines
But who will buy all these during this odd time?
As you know now this isn’t not the age to being sage
The course of the brook has changed
All streams are flowing to opposite realms
Classiness is fractured
And abscess on the face of magnificence and its lips
What your poet can do during this eclipse?
Your poet can only solicit
And become a mystic
However, if the sky doesn’t listen to his call,
what can he do?
He can spin and whirl around the wheel
He can frisk and leap shaking his hip
However, if the sky already determines his collapse,
what can he do?
He can only see and observe as per his ability and nerves
He can only hear as per his ability with ears
He can breathe and lift his mental gear
However, if the sky robs his tears, what can he do?
-Somoy Shafi
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