An expedition

I draw the map of El Dorado on your two lips Catkin flowers bloom here and there

The beacons of dodo birds from fossil rocks Will escort me at every step, I know it certain

From the prediction of tribal folks, even the baby angel who peeps Goes back to where, he used to lie down

Yes,it’s the right time, listen to me, in the drops of drizzling rain Mushrooms grow up during night

Think in advance what things you’ve to carryDry date-palms and leaves falling from trees

Where cultivation of deers will start, by rummaging the ashes I write down my nickname on your lower abdomen

The nails of witches are scorched in the burning heat of fire Say, what you desire to say,look near by

The houses of aborigines,paddy-fields, cock-fights -’you only, I long for you’

Just wait for a while, the sun is about to set,it’s dusk now Rhododendron are trembling

Keep eyes on my eyes, I put my teeth on your breast-walnuts The Totem god starts laughing

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As you beacon, it causes me to dance my fingers with eyebrow raised

The Silk Road Literature Series 2021