Why did you cast
a net to catch
the monster?
Some dark whispers
intending to flog the
supermodel?
What was your fecundity
before you had become
a saint?
Lean unto me, my
soul mate. Can you hear
the footfalls of invisible?
The wholeness was counting
the beads. Are we
killing our icons and prophets?
Moving like a madman
was the motif for you.
I am not going to live dangerously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lean unto me... Well written in a triplet of six stanzas Sylva