Absorb me thy melt
By thy candle flare
Till the molten remains
Breath through the wick
Cast thy light of love
In flicker of my deeds
Every now and then
Celestial cast gaze
My temporal sojourn
Through its blinking eyes
Bring me thy wagon
And carry me along
To thy kingdom of
Cakes and flying kites
Many packets bedecked
With colourful waxen hues
Wait thy molten magma
In volcano of thy love
Reserve me a day
For the celebration
Of my eternal birth
Away from here
What I remain
In all absorption discharge,
A mere peak
In stretched thoughts,
Where no shop sells
Any candles, or
The volcano erupts
To my far sight
Thoroughly engrossing. The reader might feel that their childhood memories have been encrypted in Tapeshwar’s mystifying narrative.
So much thanks for thy precious comments Sir Louis Kasatkin!