Aquatic Complex Poem by Harun Al Nasif

Aquatic Complex



Nay, I am no worshipper of nature-

but being a floating bubble on this earthen heaven

I simply could not slough off the aquatic inertia.

This fervent festivity of my saturated soul

and this lapidary lattice of life is the legacy of water.

Once as I drew a deep drought off the fount of life in a terrible thirst,

today my mortal flesh is affluent with numerous divine streams.

In the pervasive wilderness of this dry and desolate earth

I am the itinerant pennant of the triumphant waters,

I am the blossom of life bloomed out of the bud of brine.

Though I left the womb of water destined to be a desperate warrior,

yet this carpet of water is my prayer-rug since the very birth of mine.



You may well-nigh call it aquatic complex- I should have no gripes,

but why laying imprudent blame of adulating inanimate matter?