The Beggar Poet With Rods In His Body You Cant See, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
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a memorable
gift she left for me
that binds her
to my pain
rods in my body
soul and heart
you cannot see
a fool
i was to
have fallen
in love
with her
catastrophically
gastronomically
a dish called
haleem
she made with
my body parts
cost me
astronomical
stupid and silly
a poet
shakir sucker
patronymically
ab ap chup rahen ji
words to that effect
reverberate soundlessly
my poems a reminder
of one sided love
dashed on the rocks
of eternity completely
frivolously wounded
bleeding mortally
holding to
last vestige
of dear life
precariously
vicariously
