When Poet is subjugated by beloved, describing an Invasion into poets identity.
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity
I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds
~
Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
