Ah! I Have Turned Ahistorical! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Genius I too stumble at unset corridors
Abstractness, sometimes, irritates me
I'm taken into unheeded mysteries
When no leaf comes concrete, I burn them
I'm brutal; I'm heinous; I'm ahistorical
Then I lose myself in lone tears
I wipe away all nourished lenses
In the flow, I feel the layers of abstractness
And I repeat myself in that subtlety
Endanger me again.. Cut me directly
This time in a bit blunt manner
Recircle thyself, redesign eyelashes
Don't appear to me in this nuisance
Because I'm not yesterday's folk
I'm a mess of modern times..