Tahir

“That window which connects you
to the agony of other people;
that’s your soul.
Close that window and you are soulless.
And a soulless man is vestigial.
He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot notice.
And everyone knows:
when eyes and ears become jobless,
We look for excuses.
We hear angels and devils speak. We confabulate.
We make up gods
and lick their feet.

—Superstitions”
― Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose