It was or it is a bad dream
I was very innocent
Beautiful and exquisite
Before I drank the liquor of common life
I was so special
So gifted, blissful, pure and blessed
It was an endless ocean of paranormal souls
Around my continuously changing skins
Red Turkish carpet
Pining to touch the sole of my intangible feet
Little girls of unknown ethnicities
Holding bouquets of red roses and oriental lilies
Louis Armstrong playing his flashy trumpet
For hours in my homage
O’ I was so special once


Today
I’m a commoner
Living a common life
Lying, stealing and two-timing
Knowingly turning obscured reality into a glittery mirage
Willfully embracing the slaps of cruel Time
Alluringly writing meaningless poems
On the gorgeous-white skins of colored whores
Brutally beaten yet walking swift
Through the carpeted roads of modern cities
And proudly pronouncing that
I am a common man of this uncommon world


So pure was that span
When I was nothing
So filthy is this time
When I am something
Yesterday
I was nothing but special
Today
I am something but a commoner



Sep 25,2008

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-commoner/