Thursday, 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Longlist, Aftab Yusuf Shaikh


Long Distance Call

How will you fare
when I will and won't be there?
In your own city
under the ground you tread,
around my abode your car swishes past-
so close to you and yet so far
this boundary of breath, these bars-
when you cannot rush to me to burn my skin-
when you cry helpless knowing I won't
come to ssshhhhh you-
 how will you beat that misery?

How will it feel
my existence will lay still
while the world wheezes around your head?
And that tiny seed of our life,
that meter box of entangled hopes
asks about his dad?

The lids of my eye shiver
when I make them embrace each other.
How do I prepare you
for the day when I sleep
to never wake up again?

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