White Nights XIII Life and Death
Beat the drum,
Sing the couplet,
Freedom is not because of you,
It is in spite of you,
I need to get a look,
In the heavy haze of whitened smoke,
The rhythmic movements of your body,
You hands in the skies,
I am to myself again,
What illusive self,
To fly to and from self to self,
We though meet or not,
We are one soul.
I stretch from corner to corner,
Dig deep and look up,
This is the street in freak.
Every corner and wall,
is celebrating life and death.
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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