I ran naked midst tall elephant grasses
breathless, gasping for some air in my
emaciated lungs collapsing on the
red Earth beneath.
Alarmed by the blob of sounds oozing
from the fissures, leaned and settled
my left ear to listen to the heart-beats
of my own unborn still floating in
vast cores.
Gentle pulsing sighs of life gone too
soon from the bare lap, snatched savagely
from my bloody hands. In the hours
of gloom, I ask the cause of my doom;
“Was it my doing?”
Is the question I implore the most!
I a poet could never muster strength
to take out few words from the repository
of the colossal dictionaries to pen an eulogy.
Could never erect a tomb for the light that
fizzled out in front of my stony eyes, if only
I could cover the infant flame with my own
hands, is the probability I plead the most!
And just when I stooped further for hearing
a dark shadow hovered eclipsing rays of the
blistering Sun, a giant moose beseeching me
to leave, for now it was the turn of the
Colossal Poise to kneel down…
