Poems

Title

Till a poem gets concluded
I gin my soul like a cotton carder
When it concludes,
I make a full-stop its throne,
and a title its crown
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Any crane [bird]
that dunked its wing into the lake
of my passion once,
has turned into words for a poem,
that I am writing for ages and it does not end!
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My friend, I am tired!
I feel that
my poem is becoming so prolonged
it filled the divan of the existence …
I am aware, in my memory
the words swap places.
Allow me to put a full-stop,
and make you the title [for it]!