Forever
Imagine in Hammam
You are boy; rest are not.
Among them a young girl
She is shy with walnuts
In cotton, Brahma
Has just soaked in bathtub.
She is wet, robe-stuck
And walnuts…
You are six; a devil and notice
Eyes hunters; mind amused
Legs and feet have gone wild
Bar of soap on floor
You slip and slide
Long flight
You fall on flagstones
Marble rocks, and slate
Eyebrow’s open-wound
Red flood
You’re drowned in blood
Nude women on the shout
“He’s a man; take him out.”
They cover back-front
For breasts, hands they want
There is none
Embarrassed is your mom
In no time you are out.
But the girl with walnut
A carving on your mind
Like paintings in a cave
Forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem