● POETRY IN VOICE
CHARLATAN
By Nadia Irshād
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I met a fraud on the path
his hands covered every shaft
Evidence indicated an eclipse
on every inch of him
The absence of luminance
his wound was an abscess
He was a reverberating thing
a meek thing, a weak thing
He filled his stomach for free
a series of could have would haves
that never were and never will be
A Charlatan absolutely
because not because he wanted to be,
it's this or that, pointing fingers at he or she
The Maestro tapped me with a stick
it made the Charlatan quake
his tongue was pulled out for me
finally I saw the snake
I am indebted to him for saving me
from the millions of miles I had set out to journey
in his palm to walk is to wake
to stay still in a pair, in the triad itself
Luminosity.
Bursting upon bursts
colours and forms in the singularity
Be still lover he said