The Mind Creative SEP 2013
Too volatile, am I? too voluble? too much a word-person? I blame the soup: I'm a primordially stirred person. As time's revealing gets revolting, I start looking out. Look in and what you see is one unholy blurred person. “McHugh”, you'll be the death of me - each self and second studied! Addressing you like this, I'm halfway to the third person.
Asked for my name, my heart blundered your name, With my soul, into my body, has entered your name; Every agitated thought led me along your way, Every pacified emotion bewildered your name; A sight of envy for every eye to behold, “Waseem” To my name, when stands anchored your name.
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