You, You
And still,
Amidst world
Machination, (God,
who can you
trust), and still,
Amidst our brief,
Troubled lives (though,
don't give up, as
hoping is the
groping leading
to violet sublimes).and,
See, these unique
Sorrows (such
variant shades), and, see.
Still, your craning
Neck lifts
Such goldfish-
Ish eyes
To greet
The other
Set.
And in
Search of
What?
Fingers that
Know.from
A universe hung
Of random
Hand? And
In search
Of what?
A drop
To hold.
From a
Rain of
Love yet
To pummel
The skull?
(why, yes,
that's right,
thankfully.)
Copyright Kemal Faruquee 1994