Forcing themselves off the birch
Those dried leaves were jittery
Hot summer winds
Do not trouble you under their shade
There is no fixed time
When you cannot be at peace with ease
Though crimes can never be predicted
Your pride is itself a crime
As opaque as a hazy tone
Your sight is itself a disguise
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Soheb Niazi is a twenty three year old living in New Delhi.The poem is from a collection called “Blowups-Odes to the Muses Of A Madman”. “Blowups” is an enlarged unrestrained expression of emotion. These odes explore the idea of considering the unrestrained emotions of the madman as reflective of a part of pure, base human nature itself.
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