Already parched, by the thirst in my eyes
How could you still fling more dust in my eyes?
Alas, I missed when it blew off your veil
Blinded by that very gust in my eyes
My Gauri, my Mary, my Jezebel, you bring
A prayer on my lips, primal lust in my eyes
I forge it in the cast of my saber-like words
Lest this iron should catch rust in my eyes
Do not be led astray by my fancy song
Look instead for truth, you must in my eyes
I am, I am, I am, I am- I am
The sovereign of all I see, just in my eyes
1 comment:
the poet in you is growing with each poem gaining in voice. excellent stuff M.
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