Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

Strangers Dining Table - Poem by Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

Strangers met at a dining table
My heart's table.
The eldest was turbaned
The second ascetic
The third erotic
The fourth a drunkard
The fifth omniscient
The sixth comic
The seventh a magician.
Instead of a joyful talk
On the affairs of birds, women and the life after death
The whole lot exchanged insults and calling names.
Then one of them proposed firing …
I was about to die!
I was the eighth … the dumb!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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