Soul For Sahib

Poets, what do they know?
they know nothing of the world.
They can only cry.

Sometimes,
they write in small places.
Tear paper and
their skin.
Talk to themselves in trains.
Cry in front of strangers.
And take your name.

Sahib
Sahib
Sahib

In small places they
stare at walls.
and wish to lose their voice.
Want to run away
and have no memory
of your hands.

***

Tell me Sahib,
How have we forgotten each other?
Do you remember my name?
The Levi's paper bag
is the only
evidence of your
smell.
Have i forgotten you?

I no longer know.
Because
There is no grave
that i can go to
for you.
Because you remain here
inside other cages
that are like the bones
in my body.
Because I have imagined all these stories
Sahib.
Because we were poets once.
You and I.
But you will never know,
Because poets, what do they know?
They know
nothing of the world.
They can only cry.
So sometimes,
I cried.

But now my sorrows have gone
And nothing makes them return.
Not even the fear of forgetting your name.

In this part of the world.
Kingdoms fall.
Sahib
So have we.





Touche.