YOU ARE FARAWAY!

  I still remember I saw you last

Walking, hand-in-hand

On the sun-drenched roads of mud and tar.

I can not forget the shiver and the sigh of

That pair of panthers mating in full public view.

Privacy for them is a thing of wild,

They are not what they used to be,

They are caged, they are beasts.

But what about we, the civilized beasts?

Summer this time parched my throats and thoughts,

Dried up like parched twigs arching its

Leafless fingers towards the sun and trying to

Slave the sun and its fire

To drag it down to my feet!

A scorching heat crept on my belly and

Whitening bones and drained face.

I sigh and pant in the pool of

Loneliness and seclusion.

You are far away but still close to my heart.

How somebody can remind me your face

As round as a freshly harvested apple

And dew drops moistening those fluffy and round eyes

Often you call it beauty sleep!

Often I wonder why it seems that my summer will

Never end.

Even the crows utter its eternal suffering

Only when the sun collapses deep down in the

Faraway sky and only when

The uneasy night floats over and over

Stifling me into a suffering

Restless being.

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