Saturday, March 10, 2012

Fishermen

My thoughts are running wild
but they cannot go anywhere
because those fishermen have spread their nets
all over my mind
catching them
roasting them on fire
and curing them in salt
for their long winters
and it's too late when they discover
they are feasting on poisonous thoughts

2 comments:

  1. I love it, although I know it is not easy for you at the moment, but this poetry you post is just awesome! I hope you will feel better but still post such a wonderful poems!

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  2. Thanks aftab banoo jaan! Things are better today. I am glad you liked it :)

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