With the puerile wink behind the kohl,
With the febrile ink, I quibble,
Trading on the paths of your indifference !!
Of a gardener’s water quaffed like the rain,
I look for the summer star in the silhouette of the night,
I stumble upon your indifference’s light !!
Like the swoony prey delighted by the eagle’s masquerade ,
I breathe in the crow’s sleeping hour,
Nurturing the bud of your indifference’s flower!!
Yet the magnolia blooms for a dead vicissitude,
I ponder upon the words of shame and solitude;
My world is now your indifference !!