Hey life, look at me!

Life

breaths still

she can feel.

He lays ears

on the girl’s belly

where life is breathing.

Suddenly he succumbs to

unknown uncertainty, fear.

>

Life

itself

is not so

dear here.

They two are homeless.

Day wagers, unemployed;

carrying life invalidates 

stops earning of the poor Eve.

>

Life

is a

paradox

they do not know

how to decipher,

yet ticks away

for the life’s sake inside lives

earth moves, birth takes place, human thrives.

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Whispers’ Tajmahal

A whisper lights thousand lamps

and he sees the ancient art

in those lights- it is her face.

>

Like a feudal king he thinks

to build a Tajmahal for love

the broken pieces of which

he picks up on the morning next

from the floor of his ghetto.

>

Her lean body is on the sick bed,

he has to gather enough

to sustain life and hear

more nightly unfulfilled whispers.

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