The red puff of filtered smoke
Creating thousand of silhouettes
In the damp air of my extinguished room

Tell me thy name?
Master of Arts and Science
The oracle of south and east
The sufi of the damned nation
The love of infatuated Leila
The lust of smoldering Aphrodite
The cursed Oedipus
And the blessed Joseph
Who art thou-
The Magnum Opus of God?

I am a human my little angel
A human made to be examined
Created to be prosecuted
For the sins I was predisposed to commit
While walking on the ashen breasts
Of my mother earth

The God speaks from heavens
Thou art the best I ever created
Thou must not lament
For thou would only be impeached
For doing that I labeled forbidden
Still thou didst that again and again
Because
Thou love thy own self
More than Me


April 22,2009

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

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