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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh Poem
I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity
I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds
Copyright © Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh | Year Posted 2018
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Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh Poem
Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight
What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight
My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?
He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight
Mirza, your phone is ringing since evening
Who told you to deny her call tonight?
Copyright © Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh | Year Posted 2018
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