Poetry

Last my Solicitation is

Do you discern who it is!

She,

Mixture of four seasons

Raindrops quench my thirst

Roses sprout with my heart

Sun shines in my sky

Colours of migratory Autumn

She,

Different from other earthlings

Her heart is tenderness knows no limits

Her kindness covers all her flaws

An Angel cropped up before me

Divine Miracle

She,

Who my heart trembles by her presence

Who I sleep guardedly by her cuddle

Who I gain my strength from

She,

Legendary, fabulous

Imaginary and mythical

Is my sweetheart and darling

Ah if you decipher…

Oh my darling

Don’t abandon me and set off like migratory birds

Don’t leave me and intend strange voyage

Darling you alone is a prop in my world

Don’t let me trudge unchaperoned in this desert

Your departure evinces my inaptitude to miss you

Adore you and idolize you daughter of freedom

Stay with me

Until the moon of salvation rises

To unfold a long ride story

Be with me, To emulate grin on your face means a lot to me

So that my heart rejoice and flit in the sky

Your far off heart

Who will you leave in this life, me?

One no parents or friends

No way to retrieve the safety

My darling of all aromatic perfumes

Icon of my countryside

O eternal love was and will be

And it’s redolence at every alley

Last my solicitation to you is

Don’t abandon me…

Oh my darling

Your body rends me, no longer

It discover me in World Map

I’m present at the capital of sadness

Gyrating at the vortex of hesitation

These are wounds engraved of my radiance

My anguish extends like oil

From detention camps to you…

So my darling

Last my solicitation to you is

Don’t leave me

Come back and peep me

There are aged words

On my obsolete papers

And between withered lines

Whimpering unbearably

By gushing out the ink

Along with letters endowed with meanings

And bent marks on dry rose papers

Shabby perfume fermented for years

Between the shelves of mind cells

Mewling by behest of my pen

To scribble the rest of suffering immigrant words

On outskirts of my tomb…

                                                                                     ~Mohammed Afsal Pk

                                                                                      Malappuram, India

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