Untitled Post



From my throne high up on 
Parbat
every morning
Down below
I see him make his way to the temple, 
the mosque, the shop, the job…
Every morning
I hurl down a pebble at his head
Every morning
my head hurts



-0-

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.