My body is trapped by a shiver;
encaged by the vibrations of nature;
t-shirt and shorts battle a stormy weather;
a cold flows down like a river.
Skeleton walk birthed as my legs jitter;
am being fertilised by these rain droplets;
flesh all soacked up like a sneaker;
imagine me drenched as cooked millet.
Still encaged in nature`s vibrations;
my bones vibrate like a break dance;
one reckoned am a sought of recarnation;
another thought wise knowing its a resistance.
A cotton cloth was shielding my heart;
a duffle bag was ammunition on my chest;
perhaps I was ready from the start;
well, never put your trust to test.
these thoughts were deeply heating my mind;
that my left hand burned words;
crippled by a cold in the spine;
reciting this poem is hard work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
put your trust to test. good one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.