THE METAPHOR IS DEAD
Poem by Dr. Jernail S. Aanand
This is the head which was never lifted
This is the voice which pleased
To remain unraised.
This is the mouth which opened only to eat
This is the text which was never paraphrased.
Here are my eyebrows which do not tweet
And here are my eyes,
Which got diabetic
For they keep seeing dreams sweet.
This is the heart which knows when to think
And when to sink.
And this is the mind which does not mind
Things unkind which blow up your mind.
I have shaved my head and behaved like dead
For I knew if I showed any movement
I would be shot dead.
It is better to live, alive or dead.
The mirror weeps to look at me.
To see the dread
In and around my being spread.
To see the metaphor dead.