Like a modern poetry
or a futuristic art,
the strange yet strong
perceptions you encode
on this devastation ,just like you !
Tell me frankly,now don’t imitate
my desperation status,
you are rather too explicit!
Arms so horizontal in spread,
like no where neighbour,
still you don’t attract
anyone for an embrace,
at least an English embrace
if not a deeper XOXO !
Now,what to say
of your bleeding dark
ever exuding gums
from that tanned dark
trunk? Do you feel
it either attracts
attention or consoles
your despair?
Either not!
Tell me about
your dried desiccated
fruit,so disgusting !
Do you have a single
instance of supple
and succulency,
leave about delicacy, You
are a far off dream for that!
Still this reminds me of
my dehydrated life,
No moist or warmth
of adhered human smell!
That’s all I bear to
ward off even
the trivial breezes !
Even a chance encounter
to offer the fruit so dried
settles down dejected
only to see flying
vacuum cotton inside !
Yes, We both are
Sullen Silk yet with