I
unearthed a rusted metal coin,
Little
pound for an unarmed soul,
Read
some scripts over- “for my perished lover”
Mystery
dug then, my nerves deep,
For
why hue in silence,
In
roots of deep virgin forest,
Am
I, by destiny virtue? Or just fun,
Curiosity
pricked my vigor kindle,
Senses
streamlined, I pulled a brown twig,
And
shuffled away those leafy base,
Vigorous
strokes unearth more and more,
-
Until more
Amidst
eve of dribbling sweats,
A
girl condensed within, crawling so near,
‘Don’t
dig my house, don’t dig”
Situation
jerked me some distance far,
Freezing
my lips to numb and breathless,
She
came flying fast,
Touch
fainter than the faintest breeze,
Her
cry pierced, with tears drying halfway
Before
long that dug base soiled wet,
I
tried to hold her, alike a rainbow up,
Who
could ever? Mere figured air,
Tinted
with breathing mixture,
Rather
I hold my terrorized mind,
Yet
sitting too near, determined heart paused,
A
handful distance from her air boat,
She
stretched her faint finger to my cheeks,
And
cried high again-
Other
shivering hand pointing an encaged hut,
Under
thick jungle vines and rotting pulps,
“There
lives my love, myself here”
A
cautioned march nearer, and whole then,
But,
all decaying bones of some ages,
Hung
by a leathery length of thick mushy rope
She
too dissolved into thin fuming air
Was
she monstrous, or aid she longed?
I
shrieked and galloped, with feeble paining heart,
Across
corn fields, plunging into muddy streams,
Far
in the valley below, saw countrymen riding-
My
destination was warmer than ever,
Heart
sobbed loud, merging with every passerby.
Now
in the silence of dreams and awakened mind,
Seeking
abreast bosom of my love, hugging
I
question myself-
Is
that love…or selflessness?
That
two hold one, beyond lives
I
assume more - love is one
Love
is selflessness!
