Friday, April 19, 2013

Every time ...

Every time I kiss her lips
It falls onto the ground

I didn’t know how to dream till I was 13
Since then, I’ve been day dreaming

Every time I cast a vote in the ballot box
They say, it has been confiscated
Every time I meander through the streets
They say, I am lost

Every time I look at the moon
I wonder is that what will become of us
No one who cares to speak
No one ever dares to rebel
Just the sound of wind
Whistling through the garbage

Every time I write a poem in the dark

It self immolates

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