• And as my life grows to an end
I lay, eyes open in the dust,my coffin.
Dust,lonely lonely dust.
And for no spade nor hand in sight
Vayu* moves his hand
And the dust settles upon me
My soul reaching into light
But my body into eternal darkness.
• But I have company,finally;
Scorpions and snakes, maggots and other critters my body they crave.
The dust envies my company
For it now takes me to oblivion with a push.
• And with time i think if I'll be forgotten
My memory will vanish
And I, like many more, will lay
Dust and loneliness my only company.
• And as the visceral dust covers my face
Air escapes
I see only darkness but for a moment
I see the sun and the bright blue sky
Dyasu, sky god speak—
" oh child u won't be forgotten cause even though you're body decays forgotten are those whose plants once knew the hands from which the seeds were sown;
Forgotten are those who were once known"
• ( Hearing this, the peaceful parlour from my face disappears, lonely eyes become moist, darkness over grows,
I scream in my natural coffin, not a soul to hear
No soul in Sahara, only the wind to bury me,
The dust and loneliness my only company)
* vayu- god of wind in Hinduism
Hebrew for lonely dust - אבק בודד-
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Dust and few other gods
PoetryA few poems, a few thoughts and a few bits from my heart Open to suggestions and criticism. I solemnly promise not to upload frequently coz thoughts are irregular and so is the effort to put the language of Heart (poetry) on paper
