It flows as strands of light subsequently
Sweeping like determination undulating; ascendingly falling!
A hovering soul we’re all there winged
Higher over diminutives our souls transcend!
Sneaking out through the mouth behind being
Drunken a glass never tired of circulating!
Conversing the hopes of life and its despair
And narrating secrets of constructing and impair!
A tune it is, so deep it mingles myself within
Neither did I reach a fountain for nor its hidden!
It’s been the material for me and the element
Since eternal dough of clay, I was, and a little dust!
The inner heart of me streamed to it and streaked slowly
Towards echoes that reflected calling endlessly!
It brought my original statue back to its initial atoms
To my beginning, and my soul set bewildered in maze!
So did I find in the book of illusions my pleasures
In each cup surrounded all by bitterness!
And I witnessed how, in my mind, thoughts
Of passing days multiplied as fire sparks!
My father in paradise, I found… I asked
Why, father, that fruit you passed?!
Nodding and towards the charming Eve he pointed
Alas! Lamenting! What to happen inevitably happened!
And I saw Cain, son of Adam, fire flaming
With death on his brother’s chest initiating!
“It is me, Cain, and here I am alone
Shall destroy the world and victory is mine!”
And I saw the mortals from pebbles to nucleus
And so did I see a banging age of licentious!
And I witnessed wonders of love splendors
But shocked in fear for malice and vicious!
And the night traveler woke up… and there I saw my dress fold
Embroidered with flowers and blood!
So I cried between its strings for the butterfly color
Which distorted, in the darkness, by oppression and fire!
