Killing the Earth, and Earthworm

An earthworm formed the coastline of this aged village
A long creature that shapes its body for the land’s curves
That is yesterday’s innocence named village, today’s town;
Still earthworm remains, but the ships that have arrived
From the distant land where there are no worms of desire
Far along the shore put their anchor right in the middle of-
The earthworm’s long gut, an almost empty lone hut,
Where a poor ploughman’s wife and children starve
But that is habit for them, the cock to the hen that fed-
On earthworms had once joked that hunger is a hobby.
The anchor cuts the worm into two, but life only diverges
The anger of the ship’s captain is all at this new growth
Two from one, thus four from two and it goes on and on
Now it is not an earthworm, but many forming the line
But that captain in his rage has pulled the anchor up
Has turned it upside down, and with that blunt top
Started pressing hard on the earthworms’ woe-heads
If you set aside these deprived beings to be crushed
Then tomorrow’s dawn will witness no worm round,
Town will be called a graveyard by the new landowners.

Rain Round the Desire’s Bend

I wish it had rained now, let these dark clouds-
Do not let me down by failing to give a raindrop
Often they go away as inside some hope sprouts
The offspring here do not resemble their father;
Rain is always trustworthy, not like the clouds
Dark clouds may even sometimes try to deceive
But their malice is not carried over to the rain
Rain and mothers know only to moisten heart
With itself, herself or with her pure tears of joy
I wish for that rain to fall down heavy upon me.

It is raining now, as drops pierce my skin slowly
Entering my vessels, no pain, it is all yearning glee
The mixing up with rain alone can sanctify blood
Life itself arose from the unison of rain and blood
The flashes send new light to cut open the dark sky
Thunder puts an end to dumb tongue’s tradition
As I stand just below an umbrella formed by a tree
One big clatter sends all the crows on top flying
As I look up it seems that the branches expanding
No, those are the crows flying away covering the sky.

In the next flash, the tree I am standing below is hit
Fire in the rain, and I am now beside a heap of ash
Those birds that caught the warning have escaped
I also have quite astonishingly survived that blaze
Without one burn or blemish anywhere on the skin
That heap of ash has now mixed with the mud below
I stand upon that earth, without a tree or an umbrella
Still raindrops puncturing my skin without any pain
All this doesn’t even inflict any fear upon my mind
I am just rejoicing in the first rain of this dry season.

Revival of the Ulysses Inside

The blow was so hard that I still bear that acute pain
The scar is there with remains of a fearful blood stain,
Or is it the wound itself that hasn’t been fully healed
A flash of that memory brings sweat to the forehead.

Unable to welcome with all heart the tomorrow bright
As the darkness of the nightmare of the previous night-
Covers with smoke when through the pane the dawn peep
I am afraid if all this is a daydream, am I still fast asleep?

I doubt a shrill voice as narrow as a thread, a cry of fear
Amidst the sweet symphony of music I am about to hear
I still do not know if I have actually heard it this time
Or is it cold shadowy past’s resonance in a scary chime.

I still remember that dreadful night, as if it was yesterday
Trembling lips and sore tongue still languish in mind’s bay
It is always impossible to forget the lesion if it went deep
All that is left to do is to learn the lesson and not to weep

With the first hit the depth of the wall ahead is made known
Now to calculate the force required to go through all alone
To decline or sit back after such a setback will be cowardice
How hard they pulled back, that hard I may push to advance

Gaining verve from adversaries and practice the art to strive
To seek the cover for shielding from any cold and to survive
To find the lost sword amid fear’s corpses in the battlefield
Keep past aside, tread present, into the future, and not to yield.