Jun 2018
Not falling for you – that was my vow,
Now in desires' chains, I did it anyhow.
Even if I will become blind, my friend,
Seeing myself in greed, I'll not allow.
Even in the winter and the autumn,
Rose, out of humbleness to you I bow.
Upon your cheek I see a glowing candle,
I'm a fire since I have seen your brow.
Mâhî, you used to be a child of simplicity,
But a prince of riddles and puzzles now.
Now in desires' chains, I did it anyhow.
Even if I will become blind, my friend,
Seeing myself in greed, I'll not allow.
Even in the winter and the autumn,
Rose, out of humbleness to you I bow.
Upon your cheek I see a glowing candle,
I'm a fire since I have seen your brow.
Mâhî, you used to be a child of simplicity,
But a prince of riddles and puzzles now.
Since my 20th birthday I started a new collection of my own poetry. I've made peace with my poetry written in my teenage years, now's the time for something new. Poems like these.
