Desire to be seen
don't let us see
the moist eyes of love
and helplessness of hearts
like a worm stuck into saliva
it compels us to hear the screams
that pierce our audibility
if we could touch the frozen silence on the lips of beauty
maybe we had reached the secret of the
extinction of fire
I wish we were taught to love the perfumes
and plant the flowers of distinct colors
and weave the clothes with the thread of love
so, our souls would not be wandering
embarrassed by their nudity
carrying unbearable burdens
The sand swallowed the camels the flocks perished the shepherd's staff stuck in the clouds the monuments made by collecting a few pebbles, scattered birds never lamented on the loss of our identity. © Aamir Abdullah
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