Poetry
I come back to you like a philandering lover
My pen so inextricably linked to my pain
I always fail to perceive this
I guess that is why I am probing the pipe dream of politicians now
Into the darkness of the pupil I go
Psychology, politics & pride
Poetry, probability & pain
The personal and professional identities of a person from Pakistan
The words revolving in my periphery,
Never rid me of the panic in my psyche.
Though I wished I was a pacifist
Now I need a pacifier for my mind’s perilous position

Whilst the face plays pageantry
The body proceeds painstakingly
Shall I make my pronunciation, just a little more palatable?
Perhaps it will make this time a little more profitable
Though the energy between is palpable,
I like to live my life pampered.
With my pancakes and piercings, alone in the privacy of my palace
A pantisocracy formed by the princess and the politician.
Paradisal to some, perhaps the new Parnassianism to you?
On Mount Parnassus, I pass partners in prudence.
I wish for their passivity.
Though the passport to my favourite pastime, has always been the picturesque play of prose
Pacifist is thee, Pacifist is I
So why do we still trade in lives?

What is patriotism? What is patronizing?
What is the price of preaching to the peaceful?
Another pin on a performers pride
We are but pen pals writing in pellucid prose.
Such perceptive participants, with such persevering persistence
With a patience so paternal, I could call her my patriarch.
The philogynist, and the photogenic player
With practiced pragmatism, it became quite the precocious predicament.
A presence with such prestige,
Became a prodigy to some, a profuse to others.
Now who shall we deign the protagonist?
The protege, the provider or the prudent?
Now you will try to determine whose the most pulchritudinous
The punchline is, purpose and permanence always stood non-existent,
So pursuit became their protection,
And performance became mine.

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