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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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