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One Poem At A Time
One Poem At A Time
A poem's mayhem
Starts to disintegrate
And sinks deep down
Into oblivion
When the only person
It is meant for
Swallows the meaning
And spits
Nothingness
On the poet's face.
If you find a poem
Burning like a sun
Who has given in
To hostility
While turning the readers
Into ashes
Remember to not touch
For it looks a lot like
A person
Torn apart between two cities
Searching a home
Amidst the strangers.
A poem resides
Inside a violent old man
Sitting in his balcony
Judging the movement of
The world
As his own steps
Led him somewhere
He never wanted to go
The only thing he earned
Was experience
Obtained as a by-product.
A poem is a tragedy
An earthquake shaking the skyscrapers
A flood uprooting the shelters
An untimely death
It is the scream
Of a person's consent
When the only thing
It gets is a
Bad touch.
A poem is a human
Devoid of this sinful skin
Left as a feeling
With no home to rest.
