An Echo to Umar Saleh Gwani's "A Poetic Enquiry on Salvation"

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you love it with the tenderness of the air

which envelopes us even as we are unaware. 

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the arrival, may yet be boon or curse,

depending on forward party sent forth by twilight. 

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whose main goal may be to rise out of the ashes as energy can neither be more or less. 

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be not decieved by appearances for the elements must yet give account. 

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every crevice and rock must be unearthed, no matter the pains, 

to shroud mystery in a garment of clarity, 

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till illusion succumbs to the pummels of lucidity, 

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and make hallucinations homeless, bereft of power to muster even a retort; 

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yes my Brother! The tyranny of fatigue knows no bounds, as it will even spread a mattress of thorns for your torture. 

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which is why insomnia will always be in business, 

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till that final third, the treasured, when all is answered and even more. 

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yet still, fates can be recouped in a mouthful of tongue-movements, whose utterance is sweeter than any nectar. 

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and the Oft-Repeated Verses are always there to be interspersed with the Forgiveness Plea. 

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for wealthy is he, who can leave this place forgiven. 

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and I have learnt that we can make every breath a conscious act of gratitude.  

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the philosophy of poetry is that in a simile, you must always find a metaphor...

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for like is only similar, not the same. 

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and so if I see nothing, it may be because you are there for me to see thru your words and not with these eyes. 

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and therein lies the core of poetry. 

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Haidarwali 202211021910hrs