I gaze, poetry.
I think, poetry.
I feel, poetry.

Tell me, oh tell me,
What is this?
What is this sorcery?

My hands are shaking;
It is overwhelming.
I keep on writing;
Hands don’t know of ceasing.

Stop! I yell; within my mind.
You know they are leaving,
My words, somewhere behind.

Now they stop,
Oh now they move
Tell me, Oh tell me,
Who did this?
Who put you in a groove?

Funny is it? Yeah?
Good Good.
Take a breath.
Let it be.
Leave me be.

– Written by Ali Qureshi

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