I look
I look at the light
It burns
It burns like snow
I stir
I stir my memories
It comes
It comes like in sieve
I seek
I sought the breeze
It caressed
It caresses like thorns
I crave
I crave the waters
It drowns
It drowns in rime
I came
I came be washed
Was bathe
A bathe grime and muck
I pray
I pray the lord
He answers
He answers like deaf!
I lust
I lust for liberty
It came
It came as confinement
And hoped
And hoped for bangles
It reached
It reached as shackles
The curses I am blessed
The tumbling ways I know
The delightful wails that hums
And hush noise I whisper
All in the pathways
The trail from desired
A compose of spoil
In calming swirl that stirs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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