PAIR MEIN CHAKKAR

My two lines of poetry will never rhyme, until, Oregano, Rosemary and Thyme.

Monday, 3 June 2013

IDEA



I drift
But not like a feather
Like a bloated dead body

They carry me
On their shoulders
But not like a burden
Like a shining trophy

I hurt
But not like a wound
Like knowledge

I live
But not like a person
Like an idea
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