Untongued! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

My throat is choked off
You yourself can see it, love
A poet is the most sensitive entity
Please do not ask of anything from him
He does not remember his own rhyme
He is empty of himself
He is deeply down
Disrupted, dejected, and discomposed!
This is the tragic trance, O love
All mounts and bays are benumbed
Indus's ink is standing on verge
Red shawls, black shawls
Ajrak's sacredness too is silent
Comrade, see out on your own
Don't visit a poet in this trying time
It's instead a murdering moment, dear
Let him die in his deepest dust
Let him rest the way he wants...
Let him leave himself
Leave him for poetry's sake
Thirsty, Isolated, and all untongued!