Take a flute
of empty spaces, that
fret an uneven note
to my inner being
sans breath
sans any part to call my own
What filial bonding
Attached me here;
Detachment came ready-made
in heavenly compliance
Dithering every word
prophesied in haste
Take a needle
threading my wishes, that
even if I might live
Away from you;
suture me unknown
on distant planet
As corpse to aliens feed
Nice poem, very deep and dark!
I am so humbled by thy depth of comment dear Sir Jimmy O’Malley!
Bold and courageous poetic brushstrokes highlight this author’s inimitable work.
This is so precious of thy comment. I am so humbled dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.
Startling images enhance the challenging nature of this poem.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji!
Striking title, images throughout in this marvellous poem!
So much thanks for thy precious comment sister Sunila!