Still Unfound Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Still Unfound



Have you read them? He asked.
No, not yet.
When would you then? He encountered.
Perhaps, never.
Why so? He went curious.
I'm still unfound.
Then why don't you read them? He sounded dominant.
I would be corrupted.
You're a dead beat! He fixed it.
Yeah, my death is my depth.

Friday, November 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: inquisitive,search
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Aadil Hingorjo

Aadil Hingorjo

Sanghar, Sindh, Pakistan
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