Summing it up
Love seeks a strange mix
Of passion, allegiance and rebellion
It has gore, yore and more in unequal portions
a nubile leaf of say " you've got some voice"
makes an orange orb rise (in rebellion perhaps)
on to be quelled, culled and crushed by ribcage
of propriety that hovers on equatorial reaches of morality
upward slant is not essentially a default way
to see clearly and closely the ‘loft of love'
you might cringe your neck and rummage
for a coffee shop receipt
goddess yelled and strung at me the hymn and ode
I accept only half bows and semi-prostrations
I'm done with your humility and submissions
An orange leaf swirl upwards to the loft
In devotion to a hymn set in
Anthems of Sri Lanka
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem