The Gem Tones of Death
~ set on your own awash … ~
It’s as if celebrities above
Will not,
Magical sentinels
Blowing down everlasting life on us,
Will not fail nor pass away.
Do you seek out,
When was the last time
You sought out?
In supplication or marvel
Thankfulness or invocation?
Do you after that look down,
Feeling dread, see the littleness people?
Clutch riches a little bit extra tightly,
Or on the various other hand,
View fondly as youngsters
Shed memories on treasured brocades,
Establish on your own flooded
In jeweled colors of being temporal,
Allow intrusions of privacy?
I was nudged last night.
Who calls? …
Starlight brought me away
A dust mote on a pulse of hoping …
Excellent night blossoms, I stated.
An excellent evening to you, mango trees.
To slumbering fruit bats I wished secure flights.
Good morning, stated the sun
As it opulent laburnums and ivies,
May you live for life,
My golden kid
Farida Haque
August’ 20