Myself Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Myself



In drizzling silence, I suddenly see myself
I clearly witness the maps
There are three selves of mine
The classical self of the Indus
The petty present self,
and
the artistically imagined self.
The poet is deeply attuned to all selves.
Here I gently happen.

Myself
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
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Aadil Hingorjo

Aadil Hingorjo

Sanghar, Sindh, Pakistan
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