//Song//

A new poem.

A song once followed
amidst all the gathering crowd
among the traffic of noise
tirelessly shrilled
corner to corner
like translation of the reckless traveler
tale of a story unfinished..

I just arrived my sixteen
ascending the age only to peep through a hole
where water colour
baths my tenant’s wife.

I became completely drenched
and dripped melted
in the heat of a storm
asphyxiated with jingling words
the meanings never reached
but a song
sprang up. and followed me.


It followed my foot path
followed the landscape I made on a paper
followed a book where I page through history
followed the labyrinth
and the whole body massaged with its rhyme
the song didn’t spare the new born studs on my face
panted my whole body
rhymed
a hallucination.


For the first time
I heard that
the radio once my father bought for thirteen installments
succumbed a song.

That was the day when I rolled for manhood
That was the day when a host of men
yelled for y country’s freedom