I never understood these mute chasms
Which separate us in this hopeless exile
These shadows cast by the fire in our hearts
Many long winters have passed and
Yet I brandish this forgotten childhood
Like a talisman to ward off evil
My mother is concerned with rice and gold
She wants me to go to the fields and reap
Hope in this wintry haze. But beloved, only
You and I know the pains of this indifferent
Existence, living like strangers
In this misty rain
Meanwhile, Winter comes like a
Shy widow, unveiling its lust in
The smoke of an early morning fag.
My mother makes tea for me
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ReplyDeletenice lines my boy..
ReplyDeletesuggestions--
a)Meanwhile, Winter comes like a
Shy widow, ...here 'like a' can come in d next line probably..ie
Meanwhile, Winter comes in*
like a shy widow,
*in is suggestive here
b)My mother makes tea for me here
maybe it could be
Meanwhile, my mother makes tea for me