Whispers From Within Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

We are all viciously wiped off
Through honestly unclear ages
that are just apparently out there
And nothing's more/less than that.
There could be the addiction to art;
there could be a deal with showpieces out,
Seduction, the inner unsoundness, is missing;
the most appealing of all crazes isn't out there.
Let's be a little more closer to our own arteries
Believe me, you'll be bewildered to the breathes;
we could frankly face them there,
where the light lives on liberally
The singers smile to the sounds
Attainment to our auras is manifested there
And the dusty dunes of thyself dance there aloud!