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Poems by
Pash
NO, I AM NOT LOSING MY
SLEEP
No
I am not losing my sleep over
how and when
you’ll
strike
to finish me off
frankly, I couldn’t care less
about
it
because
I don’t have the patience
of a watchman
to be on
eternal guard
to sift and filter
countless moments
to
await
the time slot
your henchmen have fixed for me.
No
I
don’t waste my time thinking such trifles
nor am I sentimental
about
the memories of my village
and the folks I left behind
No I
don’t think now about
such things as
the fine hues of red
when
the sun sets over the village
nor do I care about
how she
feels.
THE MOST DANGEROUS
THING
The life of a pirate is not so dangerous
nor is a bashup in a police
lockup
spying too is not very dangerous
to be woken up in the
middle of the night
by the secret police
I admit is nerve
wrecking
so is the quiet lonely fear
which follows you
and
throttles your chest
when you are locked up in a cell
on a framed up
false charge
for a crime you did not commit
all this I admit is bad
enough
but all these are still not so dangerous
because the most
dangerous thing is
to live like a dead man
when you don’t feel any
thing
when the routine of daily life saps you totally
the fixed life
of
home to work
work to home
that is a life without
dreams
that is the most dangerous thing
that is when
the hour
is alive and kicking for everyone
excepting for you
that life is the
most dangerous thing
because
like the eyes of a dead fish
you
stare at everything
but cannot feel anything
about yourself
or
about others
that’s why
the most dangerous are those people
who
have forgotten how to love people
for such people
live and shift
aimlessly
in the ordinary humdrum orbit of their lives
in which
nothing happens
nothing moves
like a placid cemetery
these
people
are like that cold blooded moon
which feels nothing
no
pain, love, sympathy or revulsion
when it goes over the
courtyards
of the innocent victims
butchered in a slaughter
the most ugly sight is
that of a debauched old man
who is trying
to sing a melody
but only succeeds in racking his weak chest
So the most dangerous life is the one
in which our conscience
doesn’t prick you
because your soul is dead
that’s why I say
piracy is not so dangerous
spying is not so dangerous
bashup in a
police lockup is not so dangerous
the most dangerous life is...
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