Sunday 15 August 2021

Bashir Ali, Poetry 2021 Magazine

The Parched Soil

Collected from seven continents

With toil

Swap into Human

Was named Adam (A.S)

In me was Eve

Laid beneath heavens

Begin life in caverns

Time fleeted

Come next phase

Tried my best to wipe the haze

Crossed seven seas

To catch the breeze

Knowledge embedded me

Become heavy

I surge become technosavy

Next phase come

I become lame

Nerves rupture,

Bones cracked,

Found myself naked

Soil in me and me in soil

The world is always the way you toilThe way you toil

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