Do you burn incense? ?
Do you like the willowy tendrils of aroma
caressing your lithe body..
today when I smelt lavender
I thought of you and
of the possibility of smuggling the fragrance
into your realm through the many treacheries of time …
I couldn’t find any courier, carrier or courtier…
so it remains …atremble..
a captive in its glass mausoleum..
so there will be irate oracles
on tangent as their haughty nostrils
were not flooded with the waft of supplication;
there will be burials unwept
as the ephemeral balm of ritual
went sadly amiss …..
I’m resigned to a life
Undrencehed in the lavender
Of your love
till a new uprising,
till a new intrigue or
till a courtier carrier or a courier..
lighter than breath
is born …
Wardha and Rehan's project of joining pens/tabs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem