Search Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I am embellishing in metaphors:
Eliot and Kafka;
I am going on stitching them
On the worn out attire of my perceptions,
The same attire that I inherited
Just only for this night.

Then I have to return at the same spot where
Those who live in cottages,
Those who sleep on the sills,
Those who travel back in the evening,
To their homes on the roofs of busses,
Those who are happy though they are underfed,
For they all are in search of me.