Twist Poem by Rehan Hyder

Just touched
Israfel of amnesia
Carrying the carcass
Of us
Through bones and blood
Clogging exits with
Insufficient hands
You are diffused
In so much of me
Separation looks funny

But I know I'll dragged
On streets by
Cops of mind
With deafening shrieks
Of the infant dreams
Dying on the break wall
Of unilateral agreements
Dictated by pariahs of virtues
Curtains fall, I bow out
Once again from me