It was or it is a bad dream <br />I was very innocent <br />Beautiful and exquisite <br />Before I drank the liquor of common life <br />I was so special <br />So gifted, blissful, pure and blessed <br />It was an endless ocean of paranormal souls <br />Around my continuously changing skins <br />Red Turkish carpet <br />Pining to touch the sole of my intangible feet <br />Little girls of unknown ethnicities <br />Holding bouquets of red roses and oriental lilies <br />Louis Armstrong playing his flashy trumpet <br />For hours in my homage <br />O’ I was so special once <br /> <br /> <br />Today <br />I’m a commoner <br />Living a common life <br />Lying, stealing and two-timing <br />Knowingly turning obscured reality into a glittery mirage <br />Willfully embracing the slaps of cruel Time <br />Alluringly writing meaningless poems <br />On the gorgeous-white skins of colored whores <br />Brutally beaten yet walking swift <br />Through the carpeted roads of modern cities <br />And proudly pronouncing that <br />I am a common man of this uncommon world <br /> <br /> <br />So pure was that span <br />When I was nothing <br />So filthy is this time <br />When I am something <br />Yesterday <br />I was nothing but special <br />Today <br />I am something but a commoner <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sep 25,2008<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-commoner/
