A poem by Shermurod Subhon

my two faces are
like the words
both written and pronounced alike

I will never put, wallahi, my second face to the one
who dares to give a slap in my first face
and yes, I would like my friends and foes know about it

some questions have short answers
yes or not
they will live a longer life

what does
daybreak mean
or what does this
sundown stand for
I am utterly exhausted
from leading the shadow by the hand

this world is a draft
of the other realm
like a mirror