Of Palls and Halls

by Yavar Khan Qadri 

As it drifted upon the hall,
I just lay watching the pall,
And I did think and wonder if,
My coffin was tight or I was stiff,
Not a worst time for my thoughts to drift,
Than the time I wondered if,
Heaven was the place for my soul to keep,
Or all the way down in the Devil's deep


Bio

I am of Kashmiri origin and I am inspired by the Romantic Period and I typically write lyric poetry in free verse. I am a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the subject of my poem ranges from social (political to romantic, and the morbid. I believe in the healing power of imagination and I write in solidarity with the marginalized and oppressed thoughts and emotions of individuals and groups in society. I am an anarcho-syndicalist.

I have written poems for the Labour Movement (As printed on this year's May Day flyers, through the Toronto Airport Workers Council.) And I have been a guest speaker for a socialist group. Above all, I love writing about the morbidity in our thoughts and don't hesitate to bring it out on paper. Here's my blog: Acids of Thought.