My Renaissance

My Renaissance

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By Ikram Ullah

I lived like thou,

a life, but no quarry

a soul so freakish.

And a body so Repose.


A Boy Wild about Wild,

Dead of ambitions,

With no thought of Life.

Thee called me Yokul.


Was insensitive to incidents around,

took no cognizance of Life and Death,

knew no of Freedom…

And of the Flying birds.


Caged was my mind.

As were the Nightingales.

Drunk was I, high on cognac,

Cold inside, a mute dweeb.


Lately did it happen

That an Angel passed me by

Singing an Elegy that

made me cry…


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