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I'm maniacal, with profound love for melancholy,
Your moroseness turned me peevish

I'm a banished curate whose  diabolicalty is at its peak
Like sophisticated sullen, who is now so weak

I'm a whimsical, resisting penuriousness for nature
Encountering ominous musings, like a scorned primrose

I'm a suitor of God, still hapless and avaricious
But ready to endure torments with intimacy

I'm a mimicry of proletariat, suffering and tragedies
Sketching disposition of vibrant with bourgeoise

I'm berating myself, for abstinence
Blathering about envy and vengeance

I'm still dreaming of cadavers on the summit of Goddess
Cameo of chimerical dragons and snakes

I'm a carapace of blood with dust all around
Poems are catharsis of my pain and wound,

I'm a rebel, prowling away from urbanity
Facing corollary of agony within
humanity

I'm a deadhead in the eyes of existentialism
A wet blanket, cynical and suitor of hedonism

I don't know, Who Am I?
I'm nothing, facing nothingness.

Mir Ahsan Javed

Can I explain 'who I am' too? In your comments section Mir Ahsan Javed.

Sure..

MOHAMED BD wrote: ↑02 Jul 2024, 15:35 Can I explain 'who I am' too? In your comments section Mir Ahsan Javed.

Sure

A deep poem passed in a condensed language,

"Poems are catharsis of my pain and wound " caught my attention. Poems have always been was people tell deep stories and yours is a very good one.

Thank you brother