Listen to my voice
if will falter, soon.
Only you can hear
My languished shouts
they are whispers to the rest.
I cannot understand
how to cryany other way
But must I linger here
or starve without your thirst?
I chastize myself
for my foolish thoughts.
How could you see
or understand, or even want, me?
Mohammad Khan
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