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Committed
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Vol. 5 Num 655
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Sat. April 01, 2006
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Literature
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Life Incarnate
Adoito Haroon
I wonder what happens to
Plum trees in winter.
Do they stop their argument
To take it back up in summer?
Every life has its season...
I count the lives I lived
Within the life I live
I have lived your Mondays,
Your Saturdays and your Sundays
Turned green, yellow and bare
Watched you worry about your weight
And your thinning hair.
And as I became you and you me
We shook old arguments to their core
To be and not to be.
After all, it is no longer an
Age Of Evolution (in its purest sense)
It is the Age of Agendas
Yours, mine and those that linger
In bedrooms, in churches, in schools
And in other instruments of partisan conception
Can you see?
You were created to seed
Churches, schools, bedrooms
Every nook and every room
That has already been seeded
And bedded and tilled and bled a thousand times
Before the taking of tea.
Let us return then
To our campfires
To whet our minds
For stick and stone
Are not longer
Allowed to break my bone
Let us return
To our old arguments
But this time
Shoot them up your veins, into
Your children, for I will be mine
And I will pretend that I don't live
The life you doAdoito Haroon is studying MBA at New York University.
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