Holding the lingerie
Of the night fading into dark
I had flowers growing
On the tendrils of my palms
...
He was a big name
Who had gained fame
As one of the “Kiplings”
Who said his hero was brave
...
I speak their conscience
I speak of delayed desires as holy
I speak away from their eyes
I speak as many lies
...
I held you back
Like the China wall
For the fear
Of my own demolition
...
This must have feathered the face, the edge of a paper,
Would cut through cheek. Smashing its way through the angry,
Shouts of the one singing like a Mexican, and yelling fire from tongue.
I have forgiven myself many times. My hands reached to the papers of currency.
...
The mirror got blind
The beauty of the eyes vanished
I disappeared from myself
Myself found its appearance in you
...
Freedom was the humanism
In barbarity the pagan noble
Seized with nature mystified
Not adulterated with knowledge
...
Of black heavy stature and long jaw
His eye brows were mixed straight
Head between the shoulders like a lion
Aiming at some prey with stained teeth
...
“Honor lies
Not in possessing laurels
But in the consciousness
That you deserve them”
...
Every man with an opinion
Equal in valour and in strength equal
At the advent of the British
Who were carrying the flag
...