# Answer

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2019/04/29/answer/
- Published: 2019-04-29T13:05:41+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

“It’s in the heart of the grape where that smile lies.

It’s in the good-bye-bow in the hair
 where that smile lies, For which remember 
in those lanes It’s in the clerical collar of the shirt grey and black where that
[anger](https://mohammadjazim.blog/2019/04/20/when-will-i-find-you-again/) lies,
I remember in those capital lanes

That smile took my seventh life if I had,
 caught here in the painted photograph,
I am just left with that It’s peeling now, age has got it, a kind of cancer of the
background It’s like a rotten flag, pocked with mold”

MERCY
 who am I?

I open as a vein
 and my blood rings like roller skates. I open the mouth and my
teeth are an angry army. I open the eyes and they got sick like wolves with what
they have seen.

I open the hair
 and it falls apart like dust balls. I open the dress and I see 
a child bent on to gallows. I crouch there, sitting dumbly pushing the blood out
like water, letting the whole brown world turn into sweets.

who are you?
 Mercy Questioned I am aging without sound, into darkness, darkness.
Merely a kid keeping alive with your name.

 

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