Russell Ashequi

Capital - Poem by Russell Ashequi

Leaving the favourite city I am going to myself—
nearest to the soul where my wishes
in its own mind and say—
free I am, the open sky is my address.

Perchance sitting in a distant star of that sky
you are making the shops of cloud in rows
and send through air heaps of voice for me
standing on the verge of a nearest world
you are perchance seeking and think of me...
I am the picture of a fullest heart
of the smallest edge of this world.
At the moon- whirling of greenery
leaving the mundane existence of fertile grain
nearer I have come to you
where your trustworthy mind lies on the tip of green grass.

With the rhythm of patter
you awaken in my heart a poignant rain
and submerge the world by rain and rain
from the violent seven-peak of restless cloud
I pick you up in my heart.
The personal pains of love and affection come
and make me cry with an unbearable grief
assembling the whole saving of life
I search you in breaths
you who are greater than dreams in my life
you who are nobler than the feelings of imagination in my mind

There is, I know, never to be a capital
more august than heart
On that reliance yet I dream
and create a new way of love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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