Saqi, when love rains like sharpnels
Each droplet of molten metal
Scourges the vulnerable
Pour me your strongest, dyed of blood
Tend to these grooves of pulsating pain
I haven't yet had time to cover them up
Saqi, this rain of hurtling hail
Pebbles of denial cast my way
I take on my exposed heart
The most mature of your meads
Ambroise ancient from your curved pout
Bathe me with salvation of oblivion
Till pain and passion twine as one
Into antiquity this tale of love unrealized
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(c) Seema Jayaraman,30 Jul 2017