Thirst! Thirst!
Scorching thirst!
From head to groin
From hip to tip,
Fire rages.
My entrails shriek and crackle
As twigs in a forest fire
My nostrils flare
With the reeking smell of burnt flesh
My tongue and gullet
Melt like plastic on exposure to heat
Like a hornbill
I thirst for a dropp of water
Wow! Before me is poised a chalice
Full and to the brim
With scarlet, bubbling liquid
As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven!
Extending my hands to hold it
And drawing it close to my lips
Oh! How I missed it by a whisker!
By what magic
By what vanishing trick
From my chalice, the wine drained out
Leaving not even the lees
What terrible betrayal!
As its dry emptiness
Stared at me
Like a tree felled,
I collapsed to the ground
And faintly heard the liquid
Falling dropp by drop
Merging with the dark water of the drains
I felt myself gyrating
Into the churning cauldron below
Was it a dream or an illusion?
Reality or fantasy
Who can tell? ?
Oh! The scorching thirst with which you suffered must surely be an illusion or a terrible dream.Nice rendition. Best regards, Chandra Thiagarajan
profane words, kills our life, poetess tells beyond Like a tree felled, I collapsed to the ground And faintly heard the liquid
Beautiful poem with fantastic expression. So touching. Nice penmanship. Lofty theme. Interesting to read.
lees, another word i was unfamiliar with! lees lēz/ noun plural noun: lees the sediment of wine in the barrel. the most worthless part or parts of something ========================= i really like this stanza: Wow! Before me is poised a chalice Full and to the brim With scarlet, bubbling liquid As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven! Extending my hands to hold it And drawing it close to my lips Oh! How I missed it by a whisker! By what magic By what vanishing trick From my chalice, the wine drained out Leaving not even the lees.................but did you mean As elixir or An elixer? and dropp and drop? what is the difference? yes, i KNOW! a second p. typo? ============================== i think this vivid portrayal of events is an illusion brought on by your? delirium, due to being accidentally left behind when your? family was done picnicking in the desert on desserts! or it could have been a dream. the jury is out. bri :)
This I wrote not after accidentally having been left in a desert, but after gobbling down too much of dessert as Bri usually do!
Great imagery with wonderful lines and words.....Valsa.......very outstanding.......10
I felt myself gyrating Into the churning cauldron below Was it a dream or an illusion? Reality or fantasy Who can tell? ? An outstanding poem, thoughtful and impressive...............10
Wonderful again. The words and lines in your poem gyrating like you in your fantasy or illusion. the poem moved sharply. fluent and flowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can also tell it.. It was really an illusion fabricated by excessive fantasising... But the piece is a verbal beauty in all its format.