BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA


Successive Life


Successive Life

On your heart-
My faith is my breath.
On your heart-
Laying head I see the sky
At mid night mixing hand and foot
Restiveness on your breast
Rolling about as storm begun
What a misery of you
On your heart-
Grounding leg, crossing river-sea
Bringing sun, throwing flower across the
Demarcating of green paddy field-
Dance beside the fairy colors the heart
On your heart-
Fair of moon-star and bird
Sun’s play at mid night
Spreader arms and legs of Himalaya
Raft and sailing boot.
On your heart-
Playing flute, mixing tune in river’s wave
Snatching blue of sky, filling heart
With bird’s color
In every birth shall return-to keep hand on hand
Stepping one after one to every successive life.

Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2012

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