Modern Poetry
I remember going to Abuu Faheem
the one that sends poetry
on international errands
to tell me how to write a poem that flies.
He looked into my eyes
and fed my ears with words:
the poetry of today is devoid of burdens
but stomachs meaning worn in complex garbs;
they’re the unfathomable simple layers
of onion garments.
© A R I B
October, 2021
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