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

So now tell me

So now tell me
And everybody
What it is like
To kiss your desire
That you've long longed for
In your own palm.
Does the obstruction matter at all now?
Does the pain mean something still?
You've walked down all the roads
That bridged your want
And this achievement
Would you not let us know the force
That kept pushing you through?
It was destined all along,
You knew
And everyone is a friend
You discovered.
Come on now, we insist.
Share your joy
With me and everybody
We would rather your lies over silence
Make up something
Don't stay closed lips
Please dead man, please.

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