False Identity

Forgive me O intellectuals of this world

Forgive me

I too was a poet once..

Yes I too did the crime of exhibiting my heart's content..

But now I forgot the art of pretending

As I have forgotten you

I was new in the world of mannerism

So sold arrows and bow in the butcher's market

Forgive me O aristocrats of this world

I too tried to involve in your big parties

But now I forgot the art of cheating

As I have forgotten me

Now I don't remember anything

No state, no country, no existence

Just a plain standing soul

And the whole blood of Arabian sea is not enough to wash my wounds..