LET ME SLEEP WITH HER AT LEAST FOR TONIGHT

 

Season's distress,

roaring whirlwind, frost,

Have conceded,

cleansed the flattened paths,

Silent gardener has

sprinkled with residue;

The darkest clouds

circles on your sky face;

Your deep blue eyes were

mutilated away by hurricane;

Yet in my garden there is

no more trouble;

The winter's blade is

buried in the earth

Wild music is the

cry that none heard ;

My beauty is dead;

now I shall carry her

to my home grave-yard;

Let me sleep with her

at least for tonight

_______________________

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI