HOW I BECAME IMPRACTICAL: GHAZAL TO PRACTICE THE NUTS AND BOLTS
Too much obsessed with nuts and bolts
My father failed to see the whole.
My mother hated locks and bolts.
Although I have myopic eyes
A landcape makes my spirit soar.
I’m not much good with nuts and bolts.
My mother trusted anyone.
My father fancied she was rich,
The door swung and fate slammed the bolt.
She taught me a prophetic song
“A gypsy stands at the castle gate”
He beckons and the woman bolts.
We left one January day
Clutching at straws of clothes and toys,
Creaking hinges, banging bolts.
The legal system sent me back,
Dad courted me with sweets and toys
But secretly I studied bolts.