Look at the man stooping down,
his hands shivering to plead for a dime!
Enraptured are lines on the forehead
simmering into stories never exhibited
Lashing below the eyelids
Fringed are vivid dark metaphors
Greyed are those curvatures on cheeks
plain holding the faded smiles
Rusted to ash tinges, the lips seem shy there
The long erratic episodes one after other
Enacting frantically in clumsy swings…
Many more are stretched on the bare chest
Waiting to be cruised in fragile moves
Deep melodious rhymes are tuned
Along the shrunken belly in parallel beams
Adorned the bilious palms in loops n curls
Those crippled segments take their turns
On the lame feet in every aimless descend,
Beneath indeterminate umpteen lines of life,
Cuddled are amaranthine lifespans!
A simply magisterially rendered work that is another fine exemplar of this author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
Thank you, dear Loius Kasatkin for your inspiring words.
The poem speaks a lot … a fantastic work … unique … and powerful 🙂