Someday, this tale of you and me
Will be banished from civilisation,
Exiled to the edges of determined silences.
It shall wind its way through the rain forests of repeated conversations
And stop at a random cottage where the smoke
Gives away the promise of home.
Up the tiles, it will scramble, careful lest the children awake
And sliding down the chimney
of a warm after-dinner coffee,
It will rush back.
And they will say –
‘Look! The face of love is black.’
Annie Zaidi
Read at Manisha’s, October 9th
Will be banished from civilisation,
Exiled to the edges of determined silences.
It shall wind its way through the rain forests of repeated conversations
And stop at a random cottage where the smoke
Gives away the promise of home.
Up the tiles, it will scramble, careful lest the children awake
And sliding down the chimney
of a warm after-dinner coffee,
It will rush back.
And they will say –
‘Look! The face of love is black.’
Annie Zaidi
Read at Manisha’s, October 9th
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3 Comments:
Amazing piece of verse!
because there are verses like lilac, i have never needed to eat ice cream...
thank you, thank you, thank you. aaah! i'm basking.
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