Sadiqullah Khan - Hysterical

Bitten tongue
Muscles bring joints fixed to angles
Uninhibited neural transmissions
Smell the shoe or those brown little seeds
On black charcoal

Call the Brahmin
Or some one who makes a conversation
With evil spirits
The holy wood is burned to call sanity

She may speak the truth
With the utmost will from her unconscious
Her bulging eyes then need a long sleep

She carries the weight of her bosom
And hides it
Why

She is a woman living with guilt
Why

She tells about future
Her soul too has the right to ascend to divinity

Islamabad
Aug 10,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

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