Monday, December 19, 2016

A Domestic Tiger


Kay Hassan 

My dear friend,
Haven’t we met ,
 somewhere or,
 Seen each other , 
Several million year past
Around the banks of the old rivers
Or, in our warm caves
with our phosphorous eyes ,
In the darkness,                                                                                                                                           Devilled by our
claws, and desires,
In seeking the taste
of the divine ingredient
 in each other's diamond  structure ,  
Thus  painfully our departed souls
 were  never blessed on the terrains  ,
Despite my - monumentally prophetic gift
In the long journey of brotherhood.

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