my companion of memories, the Geckos,
live everywhere here, not as solos,
stuck on my heart wall, as the posters,
cushioned vacuum created in mid air,
chirping of them heard in the night,
when the darkness rule my empty mind,
croaking of them heard during sunset,
when the perfume from jasmine disperse,
when the doors are open, I can hear them hide,
when in need of support, they croak from the east,
litters of them left leaving the vacated shells,
how many of them in, God only knows,
never realized rearing them dissonances,
day and night, when every phase dissipates,
tails of them disconnected to cheat and fool,
the wagging tails and my beating heart are the same,
Strange syntax as in chirping of them and croaking of them is a bit jarring. The unity of life expressed in the last line is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A female's harsh warning call threatens. The male's mating call sounds either like a bird's melody or chirps. Listen to a lizard sing. Gecko calls, courtesy of Greg Christenson, Julie Bergman, Brian Nelson and Kandice Barna.Jul 10,2006 the noise of lizard is explained differently in different literature. After a bit of research I have selected chirping and croaking, as I used to hear them doing these kinds of music. Thank you Padma for the lovely comment..