Homage

"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.