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Long ago we've pitied this crowd
Being indifferent when the jealous
And malice have poked and denied
Knowing what best Men can do
When they orbit in a monotonous
Circle, traversing in their narrow poles
Never heard of Nadir when
The Horizon is not far from nose
When the nose is incapable to smell
Anything pleasant; the only pleasure
Layered as perpetual torture
They used to have its habitual
Painful endurance
Nothing is to blame by a Soul
Of a Just: the child with the mature
Eyes got used to seeing the images
Of the wrong repetition; nothing may
Surprise him. He is a man in the sight
And the vision of him alike in appearance
Only
But he knows and differs like the blind and
The one who sees, like the one who
Knows and the ignorant is, like the Male
And the female, a twisted Psyche
What he may celebrate remains only curious
Unuttered questions he uses to swallow words
Thus patronizing them for long... plus days
Fahredin Shehu, Prishtina, Kosovo