Please read me as I am
a book of words and pictures
a book of people, places and things
a book of numbers and graphics
a book of winds and waves
and journeys of man and animals
hammered in parchment
bonded in erudition
sometimes I can make you laugh
if you have a sense of humor
or make you cry, don't ask me why
or watch you devour me
only to relish more, some more
please read me as I am
let me be your pooja
in an atmosphere
of lavender and jasmine
and capture the evanescence
of our past, present and future
nothing to escape
nothing to hide
sometimes derisive
or deceptive and divisive
a story-teller with a mind filtered
on pages with numbers
fingered in enigmatic delight
under the scrutiny of your kindled light
you must taste me first
make certain the palate offers
sweet or sour approval
and then some
as you swallow knowingly
ingredients oozing enzymes
with finer prints
and then some
for the digestive juices
to relish in recessed delight
meanwhile as I play
with the tourniquet
of Sir Francis Bacon
please read me as I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem