Clove Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Yellow butterflies and sprouting flowers
The smell she carried was in the heads
Broken while she was playing in water
Nude with fuming heat of her youth
She wore no clothes
Down the stream went the blood
From the head broken in her desire
The ooze was her name and her smell
In total nature and into the street
Under the broken door fixed in a mud wall
A streak of yellow colored liquid
Flowed into the narrow stream
And the long trees with leaves melting down
Reality in exaggeration sans the beautiful moon
Tired of explaining and talking about flowers
Moon half and moon full
Sunset and sunrise
Cracking down in miraculous divide into two
The moon was the sign of a symbol
Wind flowing with speed and thunders
The absurd had grown in that town
The dead was buried yesterday
In the memory and with broken head
Still oozing the aroma
Coming out from under the huge mass of earth
A spirit which every girl wanted to imbibe
In the town now under a long spell of the darkest night
Breaking away from the divide of the day
The morals now decided to either leave
Or make new codes
Break the trance of time and the ordinary
Or go into amnesia of forgotten past
Bewitching earth and the sun
Reality is defined
Leave the subject dreadful
Or your head will be broken
With that ooze beyond enchantment
The girl smelt like clove