Friday, October 19, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla

The Ballad of an Exiled Soul

Escape, flee, run and hide,
shed all of your identity,
especially on the inside,

sleep less, eat just a little,
cast away all your desire,
in a heart torn and brittle,

work hard, keep your head low,
dismiss the dreams of yesterday,
drag on a cigarette, deep and slow,

save your coins, darn your socks,
forget all about her, how she smiled,
wash the ache away neat, not on the rocks,

catch a chill, fall sick, writhe and twist around,
give up, comatose in a nameless room, eye open,
waiting for release, in a hole in the cold ground.

Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla

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