...what I always carry inside me
...without rest
...asks for a job
...for my nails...
PS. translating Miranda Paulo
intertextuality.
Categories:
fakir, allusion, analogy, humorous, perspective,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
fakir, allah, tribute, trust, truth,
Form: ABC
A fake faked out a fakir
Fakir faked a fake snake
To fake the faker's fake
The fake faked on a fake book
And faked the fake book before take-off
Categories:
fakir, fun,
Form: I do not know?
The Fakir is under no compulsion
To teach you
To relieve you from pain
To grant pleasure abundant
You may walk to him
You may not
Fakir will walk with you
Fakir’s journey is no seasonal
At times when you feel
You walked too far
You are lone traveler
You are junked
Even at home, you occupy only a corner
The onset of remorse
You have to, you feel like
To bow
To surrender
This time, Fakir’s arrival, around the corner….
Categories:
fakir, religious, may,
Form: Free verse
Blood splatters on walls,
on earth. Erstwhile anointed idol
lies broken. Thatched roof was burning.
Navel crushed on the newspaper,
a rape was atoned by cash award.
A womb refuses to eject the ticking clock
wants to preserve the window of sin.
Mother do not cry for the ashen stranger
he will go to the roaring sea to wash the
bleeding corn, and the mouth.
Salt in the eyes is hurting. Paper thin
purple child becomes the player of death.
Appetite of flesh for nirvana has cuddled
the religion of grizzly bears. Be or not to
be makes a body formless and slapped.
River is waiting for the shoreline to show
respect for the wandering fakir. He comes
once in thousand years and crosses the dams.
World will kiss his tattered toga. He wanted
nothing, he gave nothing.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
fakir, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC