MISFIT
MISFIT
By Dr Agha
Inamullah Khan …. 1991
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Echoes
Of distant mistuned
Frequency
From the Radio on
my bedside
Smokey hue upon the
walls around me
From cigarettes I
have lit for years
For years I have
stared at plants that are now trees
From bedroom window,
thinking of my Natives in West
My body in your
world chained by its cultural norms
Suffocating
Killing my clock
Regrets sketched
In charcoal
Like an extraterrestrial,
unable to fit.
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My secret imaginary
charmer
Your smiles
Exciting gestures
Frustrate me now
As I sit in front
of the mirror
Naked
Wrinkles sob, regret,
pity
Telling me that I
have been wasted
Like an abandoned Sculpture
In the corner of
our bedroom.
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