Passion

I woke up from the cave of time

And suddenly smelled

The wet odour

Of mucus and liquor

Which covered the body

Of a newly born child.

My nostrils did inhale

The air from the nature

Which was my first venture

To struggle alone

In the worldly atmosphere.

Yes, I vividly remember

The moment of my sliding

Down to the earth

From my previous shelter

Where my task was to drink

Lazily the nectar of life

Without any attempt and effort

Without even opening my eyes.

The sleepy eyes of mine

Could not ever know

The difference that could be

Between darkness and glow.

Now that I feel

The violent existence

Of arteries and veins

The continuous flow of blood

The soothing secretion of love

Silently oozes from my heart.

My love-lorn mind

Does so deeply yearn

For that stranger

Whom I dearly love

Knowing though

He shall never be mine.

But my endless emotion

That emotes so much of passion

That invincible instinct

Which brings forth actions

To love and to hate

To acquire and to destroy

To hold him close to my heart

To kiss his sweat-drenched brow

Is much too strong—much too strong

Than all the deadly weapons

Where I am but a weak soldier

To fight back my inborn emotion.