Salman Rushdie

"A poet's work is to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and to stop it from going to sleep."

Salman Rushdie

Poor Accused Man

All lights died
All eyes slept
.
No dogs bark
Dreadful dark
.
No heed for you
No shelter too
.
In your own town
Poor accused man
.
Forgive, please
don't frown
Rather you ramble down
.
The streets
That leads
.
To the void
Oh, the void
.
With hurting knees and thigh
Your own expectations were high

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