My Errant Feet - M Yusuf Abbasi - Poem

My Errant Feet

My untiring errant feet
Took me to every street
To every haunt and retreat
To pink arbours of love
And blue parlours of shame
I tasted every switterbeat*
But still I don't know
What is pain?
And what is pleasure?
In pain, I can't say
Why things turn ashen grey
How the magic touch of love
Turns thorns into roses of May.
Now I ask no question,
Is it all a mirage
Of my fond perception?
But all the same
I burn in my own flame
And glow with my own fire
Till I am snuffed out
Like a spluttering candle
In its own waxy mire.

* Jumbled spellings of bitter-sweet.
M.Yusuf Abbasi- Published

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