the old, new, encounter
see
a cry of contagious flows
watered in
with
equality has its base
as it gently
rode through the corridors of time
with refreshing droplets
like mist on a tongue
that's felt for dead
the taste - delay realities
the incoming cool waters
of transparent make
gushed in with unison
from a mastered cistern
that opened its bowels
to release self of burden
whistle fully glided
across the sun tanned
terrains
in a battle's rage-
that parade in regal splendour
and so, will live the full of its days
in a phantom's memoir
while the matured unnutured breeze
kept us mortals guessing
of its next presence
all toxic waste
arose
from beneath their dead
‘til their dead
mesmerize our very patience
I saw the earth in its void
voluntarily
opened with an orchestral flair
by shedding its former fruits
while not swallowing an off spring-
in an astonishing daylight!
it was as though Noah's Era
had revisited this sinful land, again!
but this time in mercy's dosage
‘cause some remains awoke
in large numbers
but; just that the new preacher's
mute, was the land's curse
for roads, animals, vegetations
mark our engineering greatness
the mandate showered in transparent
but that only on completion
did our blood scream in anguish
from the realism
of the call
the avenue taken
had a lesson
best interpreted... ah, ah
for the price we pay
insomnia is here
before we could recognize
that our engineers
had bankrupt our cheque books
the gods levied their wrath
our losses are spread
by the unfolded wings of an eagle
in small amounts
like sand in a hand
as greatness formed by ‘man'
packed themselves together
and fled to tomorrow's anger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem