"TOMAR SHESH NAHI TAI
SHUNYO SE JE,
SHESH KORE DAO
APNAKE JE"
Speak of lacquered wounds
her chest pouts out to hold in
Speak of them that
hide in her nape.
The eve of a bird,
in her shape.
Amid speed and wheels,
Amid whistles and reeds,
Tears play coy;
beseeching summer
in Joy's undoing.
World's wouldn't 've met
But for her co-ro-net
of Draconian miseries and
a sweetened Sting
She chides in sleep.
Speak up,
If a blow could strike,
like they do...
and trembling spills
her heart-
their half- boiled egg!
Speak up,
If words could rise.
Defiant silence
of her opal sky.
A rosary her slumber tells,
babbling of trust,
Like hicks by the highway.
Beads that she gathers,
she tends
to seek and dodge the clique;
For
Fractal Miles of May.
She hobbles on water, scampers in air,
Drowns in dust-
Back to Our Terra Firma,
from the gibbet of winds and waves;
She prays in pain.
Short prayer of a simple need.
Need of a place to sigh.
Corbel in vaccum can She build?
Marred lives such,
can we re- build?
Speak of all, all she begs.
Speak not of that
what Begets.
