Our past is now no one's past,
our future an orphaned child.
Whatever common history
we shared is being rewritten
in scripts neither of us
were taught to read.
Our sibling hands have circled
each other's throats,
our words steeled sharp
into unsheathed swords.
Will a thousand suns
light our separate horizons?
Will Death be sole witness
to our tryst with insanity ?
AIJAZUDDIN
22.8.19 |
