Knock, Knock... Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Does it uplift you?
Shackled, right?
Homed, or unhomed, mate?
Screaming in peace...
Or sighing in silence?
World is worried.
Human hands are unhanded!
Aren't they?
Do you still own it?
Do you still hug your lover?
Do you let her suck you?
Does your head enclose her hands?
Blood is being cold.
International economics is off!
Liberating your life?
Or enchained to it?
Deeply dear to the death's kiss?
Or away from incredible identity?
Knock, Knock!
Exist, live, and write it all
Stand up, man
Don't be afraid, brother
Die out dancingly!