जिंदा तो बहुत पहले से थे , पर जिंदगी जीना , तेरे आने के बाद सीख गए

You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.

الهدف اليوم هو القهوة واللطف

Still, language is resilient, and poetry when it is pressured simply goes underground.

Written By Diane Wakoski

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