In Void We Live
You never hesitate to start talking
And
I always practice the face of a friend.
You pour the smile of sufficient amount
And
I frequently add the necessary grin.
How can then something be wrong?
Somewhere there is a thin dot
We never dare to cross.
The connection that has its life cell
Trapped
In the bureaucratic language and beaming;
Let it die in peace.
Let’s have a stop to the painful throbbing.
Copyright © Umme Salma Alam | Year Posted 2011
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