Thursday, June 17, 2010

BLINDS MIRROR

memory
no pain
only the tremblings of hands..

lost crescent
mud in mind
definition of light?

expired mom now an echo.
is it a nipple
this darkness.?

heat of reflections are
education..
braille is soul.

evacuated from sight to blind
prodigal father abandoned me
from own land to slum..

that mirror
which used by; had sights.
with me.
one cool surface.

daily my girl friend have been here
for polishing my mirror.
god
my heart?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

so strange


so beautiful