By Ajin Jenny Thomas
Apologies to the moon, as I cannot love thee;
The letters and poems at thy doorstep are enough to forget me.
I love the one whose eternal beauty you thievery,
Whose absence drowns the world in a bowl of caliginosity.
No! I don’t want a world beyond you, my love.
Your absence symbolises the death of nature,
And if that happens, Wordsworth will cry tears of blood,
And this world will bathe in my blood.
I would like to be crucified like the God of the West;
A simple death won’t eradicate the pain invoked in my chest.
The imagery of a world without you forces me to break the nib and stop this poem here,
But I won’t, because I want the world to know about you, my love.
The world questions my affection for thee.
‘He is cruel,’ everyone speaks.
All poems and compliments are catered to the thief.
‘A child raised in the absence of love is destined to be cruel,’ I speak.
Sweet morning kisses and harsh loo winds
He gives me all.
And what a vain journey the journey of love will be
Without the presence of both.