You wished me my years bounty with the heavens, but why?
Waited so many years for my evening sky
to speak to me
and today what happened,
you burnt my green jungles,
blew hurricane in my heart.
I have to recount the ages
that were elongated in your hurrying hand.
Would you listen to a tale of a river
that never met the ocean;
huh, you give a damn.
You know, when you left,
they consoled me showing the thorns grown
on your tongue and body.
Who would convey to them
that I had craved those red roses only?
You held the hand that was stronger and stout,
indeed you were as practical as you are today.
Long ago I had lost the heaven
and abhorred this very rational world.
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