Q u i d a m

Sweet airy dagger

If the sun never shine bright one day, I shall dwell

and wept, over the stealing stream that once

fixed, look into my eyes—

their glory flow in praise, played on the same string

I, being mute wobble forth in feeble faint,

Present looks back ages past, making things go blurred.

If things go perpetually to last, I knew that

men harbour their lapse, fruits in yellow, green

basket, delectable views transit.

In their kind resound glory, float in more aged

cage, break hateful gears: gaze full of hate,

Roar! Roar! Break the heart!

Shush! Brother come, wretch this ghastly face—

Dreadful mind, wandering in city waves.

Clothed fully black and white, living so little

while being alive, comes perpetual night—

Yet nature seems cursed, grief and care comes

with fall, here in oblivion days I suck a sharp breath—

Don't cry! Don't cry! Hearts don't get pierced!

ears don't shed blood, only wailing spectre

in the cavern wall, can deep groan make translation?

— 17th October, 2023