I am the one
who rules, and punishes, and bestows charity.
Yet, I am still that homeless
Who was violently kicked away
To be deprived of eternity.

I lived thousand years
waiting for my kingdom to be built.
But I only reaped the tears
I shed while witnessing its destruction
into sand.

One frail life
and thousand deaths
in which
victory was a vice
that stifles breath.
Go ye thither and
sway thy fate
to slate depression
and shrug despair yonder
so as to start
a real risky debate.

A Goat fled away from the herd
Not minding the shepherd’s warning.
She wanted to be as free as a bird
And follow for once her longing.

Away in the vast wild she saw
The Fox eating a goat.
Mercilessly, he tore her with his claw
Like a pirate taking over a boat.

Her cries fell on deaf ears,
Her pleas were chocked away.
It wasn’t th’assault of the Fox she fears,
It was beholding another goat astray.

The hiding Goat witnessed the incident.
Perplexed! Afraid! None knows.
Deep inside, she was confident
She wouldn’t receive similar blows.

Suddenly, she heard the Fox singing.
His was a heaven-envoy voice.
In response, all her body was banging
With saying, “I have the choice.”

She listened to the melodies
That she ever longed for.
To her, they’re the paradise
T’which she’s ready to soar.

Recklessly, to herself she said,
“There’s no harm in following him.
Finally, in me something snapped,
Just listening to him is no sin.”

With a lean look the Fox saw her.
He grinned and his eyes widely opened
When watching her trying to blur
Her footprints while hiding so far.

He kept singing and singing
And his looks turned into stares.
The dazzled Goat was incapable of thinking:
“Oh, my lonely heart ‘cause of the song flares.”

The Goat thought, “Following him is fun;
I’m aware of what the reason and the logic say.
If I recoil, my moments of freedom would be gone
And to sorrow I would remain the prey.”

The Fox sensed her inner conflict.
It’s true, he is an expert.
His following song ardently licked
Her poor reason and weary comfort.

His ugly face, she no more saw!
His ferocity was her god,
She wanted before him to bow
Asking him to **** her blood.

His voice was seductive;
His appearance was lean.
She saw in him a fugitive
Who’s all innocent and clean.

It was the carcass of the dead goat
And the blood dropping from his hands
That made her aware that he’d gloat
Over her death while torn with his fangs.

Like the wind, back to the herd she arrived
Bemoaning her lost love and freedom.
She wasn’t grateful that she survived;
She doesn’t belong to the cowards’ kingdom.

He walked with pride as he always does;
Nobody dares to ask him where you go;
Even the lion can’t tell him away buzz;
He’s alone! He has neither a friend nor foe.

It’s He who knows the destination
To which this unyielding creature walks.
His eyes are sparkling with jubilation
As his echoing voice in the vacuum talks.

Today, there won’t be the daily tour;
Th’elephant is heading to the collective tomb
Where after being for long so poor
He will happily wait for his doom.

Among the decayed carcasses he sat;
There were only bones and ivory.
Decay devours the huge and the fat;
Yet, he calmly sat n’ didn’t worry.

Patiently, the elephant tried to breathe;
Angrily he hears his pumping heart.
Now and then, for the angel of death
He looks around. He is impatient to depart!

‘I didn’t know whether my life was long or short!
No matter; it was long and heinous.
This’s where I belong. This’s my resort:
The real sanctuary of the gracious.’

‘With no regrets, I am leaving.
Yes, I’m resolved to leave it all.
This is the time to stop my bleeding
Soul before in the mire I’d again fall.’

‘Huge and fearful wasn’t a privilege;
A mosquito would’ve made me suffer.
My sensitive skin I had to sacrilege
To protect by the stinky mud of the mire.’

‘In my tours, I was always hiding
From the merciless guns of the cruel hunters
Whose greed for my ivory is abiding.
Being big made of me an easy target.’

‘Welcome, my long waited for angel.
No, a second chance isn’t my desire.
I don’t accept’t. . . . Don’t that was a sample!
To the forest, I won’t return. Please, set the fire.

It has been a nice dream
The way the others have been;
Yet, it also ended with a scream;
It’s the same nightmare I’ve seen.

No rest, no hope, no future;
It’s fearful t’stick to a scheme of repetition
This would soon act as a torturer
That forces the soul to a hideous admonition.

An experience is no more than
A ******* obstinate absurdity
That forcefully obliges us to be its fan
And voluntarily overlook its ambiguity.

As it begins, it would close:
A historicisation of a repetitious monotony.
I will not cry for I’ve got nothing to lose;
I’m just reporting the anatomy.

The innocence in his eyes captured me;
It was something that I couldn’t ignore.
Everything urges me to flee
Before the hot flames make me soar.

Passing the experience is crazy
So is the case if left behind.
Don’t think that discarding it is easy
Because this is the thing that’s rare to find.

He launched an arrow from an expert’s bow
That surpassed its designed destination.
How sharp and quick, yet, so slow
To begin such a mutual infatuation.

Taking the wild ride is impossible!
Do you share me the opinion?
Thinking of it is horrible;
I know, I need another companion.