I lie-
Wounded and panting;
Scorched by that yellow blob
On the yellow desert all around.
I crave-
For that colourless fluid
To flow through my body again;
Sadly, my body got addicted to it.
I strain my ears
With the little life left in me
To see if my tormentor returns.
Ah-
I ain't scared anymore of her harsh words
And still harsher silence
I only beg to leave this alien place.
Yes-
I remember that I had seen
Charming faces and pretty places;
I had also seen that 'joy'
Entering me and filling all crevices.
But-
That was long back
It is but a fuzzy memory now;
Anguish now fills me
And I want to wash it away
But I know not how:
Will she teach me again?
Now-
It's only the pain
That tears at me within and without;
I feel a deep wound within my trunk:
Is this what the call 'bereavement'?
Will she return to me?
If only to torture me again-
Somehow-
I pray that she returns
Though I have never prayed before;
All her torments are sweet to me
If I can see her close by..
Her-
Returning footsteps, if any
Are drowned by this vast yellowness;
She will survive till the end
She is used to this world you see.
I never-
Belonged to this place:
I lived an alien in an experiment;
I was helplessly hers
To use and to throw
As she wished.
Alas-
I know not what occurred
And I, therefore, blame her not:
For I can hardly account
For my own existence here;
I
only hope she comes back
For I lie here-
Dying
~azmina
STAI LEGGENDO
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poesia"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
