COMMUNAL HARMONY


When I diffuse in my look's darker side
I see her with my deep blinding ,
I search her leftover breath 
The lightning struck sparrow....

When did you stand last on the iceberg 
When did you last kiss the rose-tip ?
With all my might I await your return
To the earthy poverty of the episode of grain..

Here in my retired situation every soul shuts the door
For fire looms large in the dead of night 
For death awaits in our conscience
Tulips of black & white float on the river Barak.

For you I have kept two kisses in my pitcher covered
Upon the mere house, and the landscape !