Usual Tantrums Poem by Rehan Hyder

Usual Tantrums



I like Angelina full lips
Nose a tad hooked at end
And who the hell wants
Legs that end before
Beginning
Skin a perfect match
With Indus bred wheat

A dove argues with the crow
Fingers with the pill
Drone of life descends
On a yet another
Sun bathed day

I unstich a unhealed
Wound, shut daily diary of Id
I've come together with
Day without arguing

Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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