You say I am yours
Words,
Which vertebrates
Cannot fathom,
Invertebrates too.
Out of the hocus pocus
They say, we came
Even daddy spiro will object
If we saw his minisculed “box”
But our anthropomorphized awareness
Diffused in subconscious myriad
of subjective plurality
Disowns that very ambiguity!
Those words
Of the Living Word
Grained in all hydranencephaly,
Plastered in the invisible waves
That cross-breeds
Every walking sapient,
The glorious perfection
Of divine enterprise.
Those words
Of the Glowing Taper
Whispered in serial wonders
Keeps fallen folks
Alive to the harmonic tunes of the transcendent
But there is more,
The shame of the glorified tree
That bore it’s King with dejection,
His task of abjection
Bridged the demarcation
Of divine denunciation
Thus,
It’s not an accident
Of an insidious incident,
Nor the explosion
Of an unanswered causation!
It was His premonition
Uttered in my situation
Of a damaged predisposition
That tells a story
Which ends with
I am thine! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem