Soosan Khanoom

This crowd is drunk

With the wine of self

Undesirable poetry

Grows profusely where it’s not wanted

And I am in search of love

Still

Every night I come to tavern

Like I have no other place to go

A bitter poison vitiates and corrupts my mind

I drink it with the roots of my soul

And I am in search of love

Still

Each time that I open this door

I walk through a seemingly endless time

Of no beginning and no ending

It is the absence of truth

And I am in search of love

Still

HSK

aka Darya