Revenge

morning of prayer and indignation
the country drowns in hunger
hope is pierced with despair

nothing is left
but the mountains still throb
with life and limbs of waterfalls
with laughter of bubbles and froth
cascading offering itself
to the barren earth.

the moss in its silence
always remember the stones
and the fishes and the waves
and the ripples that have not missed
kissing the shore.

agony is nothing but a desire
thwarted by another desire.

everything seems to fade
as i look back into memory
things fade as i enter into tomorrow
but why pins and thorns remain vivid
still standing undisturbed?

frustration never heave its shoulder
to soldier the remnants of restiveness
those who drink blood drown in blood
the flow of air fails to foil
the onrush of filth clogging
the windpipe of revolution.

how can a race relive the greatness
of its grandparents’ lives
who understood the rubrics of wreckless
rumination of raw raspberries.

butterflies and boars have been sleeping together
but the vision of a better world spread its claws
like a spider waiting for its prey
moths have no teeth but the god of sorrow
has stricken it with a sordid soul
that torches anyone who dare look at it.

believe me the grass never fail
to change its color
only we who behold don’t change
what we want to see
even fishes shed off scales every minute
but who cares whether the slime
makes them slippery or shiny?

the sun never shine in single shots
the long and windy nights
have no relation at all
with the long and winding road
night is night and road is road.

i see bananas pine trees
ravine full of vines and flowers
and stones and moss and birds
why on earth can’t they fly
with closed wings?

the wind doesn’t respect timidity
only boldness become
in this world of wonder and wardrobes.

war wails to destroy the walls
of wobbling weaklings
tremendous strength stored in jars
jarring the smooth caress of ghosts
penetrating the impenetrable ignorance
of living men and women.

every dust seeks revenge
how else can nature conserve itself?