Did You Call My Name
Did you call my name
There couldn't flourish green tufts in me
As they couldn't grow on cacti
Like scorched typhoon
In desert
I flew aimlessly.
The colorless wings of
My recurrent desires were not possible to
Be recognized
As that of images of fountains
Sprouting in the eyes of deer.
I was searching
For those helpless moments,
Burning in the fire of love,
Few words drenched
In the moist sensations
With tender touch of
Freshly bloomed petals.
I could hand on
Certain stranger words
Roaming like tourists
Beyond the boundary of connotation.
In my stilled sight
There fallen
Your impenetrable bag
Filled with rosy words
Like grains of pomegranate.
Whereas the world has
Shriveled behind me
Its doors and windows
Like limbs of tortoise,
A musical whisper
Was fumbling my back
On this unknown path of love
Did you call my name?
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