Relying on misplaced video clips for seeking knowledge is inimical to the spirit of human civilization— argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
With neither head nor tail
Sans any begin or end
Disliked as a barren land
Despised as a misborn child
Tasteless this wine
Scentless this perfume
Ignorance in disguise
Wisdom in distress
Fortune of fools
Scorn of sages
Save me, O Most Wise-
From these Malicious Clips
Oct 29 2015. Edit March 2021
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.
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Nice poem…
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