@ Tinsel Love Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

On my knees,
To reach your soul
Once again, O tinsel love,
I abhor you
Of your golden shine,
Your pride ashore
Of crocodile tears
And Midas reborn.

The earth splendid,
Skies vast,
And beauty abundant.
Your fabulous flesh
Dead and soulless.
My forehead
For the earth thirsty,
Your iron walls
Your marbles cold.

The holy wreath
I leave to you.
Not on your door
Somewhere else
If the head,
Is destined to bow.