In silence I hear
a rap, - -
your perspiration
In silence, my lips
search for a pair
of pink flowers
in your face
In darkness,
I am struck by lightning
when your fingers
play guitar on my body
The music summons lightning,
ignites a terrible fire.
And in darkness
I pray for rains
Everyday I walk in a jungle
called a workplace
seconds, minutes, hours
are too precious
here; in this urban forest
I search for a tunnel to escape, - -
your open inviting mouth.
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(From my book of poems titled "Seaside Myopia", Cyberwit.net, India,2018.First published in "Flame", Poetry Planet, Book 16)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem