Wrongdoer

~ a love poem for our times ~

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In cul de sacs,

alleys

suks and bazaars

for him

I search

only for him, and

hooded eyes watch

then calculate

even as I recognize;

He breathes other airs

of other places.

But close,

around me

walks an entity familiar,

like the soft glances of my beloved…

Someday,

When they compile

compendiums of

People of Passion,

allocate heaven or hell,

I too, shall

stand with sinners,

soul ablaze

-my incandescent talisman-

indicted as a wrongdoer.

Farida Haque