ANTI- PALINDROME

Mere is the moment when

a blink of an eye captures

a prosaic move of the sunset and

my poetry still wanders

between East and West- where

the race of the politicians is

clever than scientists and

the silicon udders are exposed more

than a Nobel Prize Winner.

The rage of productivity is far more

valuable than of creativity

of the Prodigious

If they ask you about the Poet say:

“We killed him long before the full moon

And felt the pleasure of the silky touch of the bride”.

If they ask you about the Scientist

Say:- but say the truth;

“We put him in a cellar

To do a rat’s job for us- long before

Hail has destroyed the harvest”...

and if they ask you about the Sage

say:- and laugh- only thus you expose

Your real being and Certitude

say: “We delivered his corpse up to the mountains

and offered to the vultures to chop his flesh.

When the Sun hit its rays to the remnant bones,

the mild wind shall blow the ashes

Then nobody shall be touched by

the disease of Loving-he was spreading

in the spring air and affect the one in Love-

Passion”

 © Fahredin Shehu