What kind of pearl are you
that other birds love to fly
in the air of ?
There is nothing in this world
that is not a gift from you.
Every king wants to be checkmated
by your rook.
I will not run away or flinch
from however you raise your arm to strike.
Just to be in your presence
is the point of my life, cooked
and drowned, nothinged, nowhere.
Someone who has not dissolved
still loves places.
But you say, Leave.
There is no place for you.
Remember Nizami ? You are my king,
but I will not survive your reign.
The Living Room 
