Yamustafa!

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I wrote this poem in English for, Well....but! What a choice of vehicle that readily furnished words to depict a bout of a potent nature! of a nurtured pain! This bout, This linguistic setting, were most probably begotten of that traffic jam. When all my mental squeaks were made to go off loud. Yet, good were those allegedly forgein words, to quell the barrage of faintly "remembered" little futures that hit my window-pane and rolled away onto the wild road ahead. Awaiting my wheels to crush them And this was just insane. For, painful little futures, thought I as I drove, could come back in such a cloud of magnificent redemption guarded by angelical solace. Oh yeah, and nothing less! Was I feigning some revelation? or just trying to rub away the sting of the bout, in which I was smitten ...by that vision of a so-called future? FUTURE! That lucid, brilliant thing we used to cherish, to hail, to only see it leading us along the rosy trail. Yet now it is merely a bout of sordid t...