ROOTS

There lies my root

Where sinks and crutches the town,

My sleep dwells on that bamboo bed

Where the sun weeps over the preface..

Come and torch these sullenly shabby mood

With extraordinary inferno

Let there be stampede over the land and time

Reach not the harvest but the cruelty of seed-burst

Bring Palki and cosmopolitanism

Search for the everlasting attire....

I want to go to my mother

Give me the ship of Sindbad

My sister wants to sing

Let her catch the blue like love

For my mother

Let her bring the ocean like peace

I need to extract water out of stony soul

Bestow on me all the hatred

As the nude newly wed

Oh dear oh dear I live in a

Valley of death...