Saturday 1 August 2020

Imran Yousuf, Poetry 2020, Featured Writer


With body of wood, heart of wax, hand-folded I stand.

With Chopped tongue, broken ribs, outdated I stand.


I pressed my soul’s ear against countless doors,

Not a single opened on my cry, so eluded I stand.


Enter the ruins of your heart and learn the meaning of humility,

Once I too had gone astray with the wind now emended I stand.


Remember I have no religion, so I roam churches, temples, shrines,

Prohibited am I to trample in any heart, so wounded I stand!


Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows,

Don't laugh at those faithless men with whom bonded I stand.


Weep for that friend who has turned away from the friend,

Forlorn, isolated, lost in the nook of a dungeon jaded I stand.


The heart has gone, the mind has gone, the soul too has gone,

The Tongue has gone, the sight has gone, now blinded I stand.

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