Negotiating the sharp bends of desire
the hands and limbs and
limb and hands... begot dreams that
packed school bags and lunch packs
of a dicey tomorrow
The torchea struggled with taint
and helped sprout suns of hope
Virgin, slumbering freedom
ecstatically stretched
inside the cage of arms
Her silence belittled
violins vile….
and her speech………………………
Ears still ecstatic about
the pilgrimage of my name in her mouth
Indeed there was salvation
in treason of love
But now when tyrant love toppled
and peace restored to land
Acorns of school bags, lunch packs
suns from torcheas
lingering intrigues of languid
spring of flesh
all united underneath rubble
Ah what chasms to undo
what bridges across seven seas
to be built…..
to be blissfully caged again
Ears still ecstatic about the pilgrimage of my name in her mouth to be built….. to be blissfully caged again Another great one my friend! So many good lines that I love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aha....! ....good good....so many truly marvellous lines...sorry for the long hiatus dear friend....had family weddings to attend and many consequtive dinners to put under the table....heh....good to be back though.