by Harman Mavi
Bombs rain on desolate towns.
Music plays as jokers frown.
You and I, in sand we swim –
We can’t breathe; the lights turn dim.
Ground grumbles and buildings fall.
Babies play with murd’rous dolls.
You and I, on water walk –
Our feet slip; we never talk.
Ragnarok! Let’s bury gods!
Church choirs play infernal chords.
You and I embrace in fear –
Harsh winds even steal our tears.
Seven circles around fire –
Other rites the priests require.
You and I – our limbs embrace,
lips meet, and past loves erase.
Lions enter the bridegroom’s room –
ruin the couple’s honeymoon.
You and I fulfill desire –
Matters not what cats conspire.
Tyrants trip on mango peels.
Pandora her box reseals.
You and I, we sink in mirth;
Sev’ral joys our life unearths.
Mirth and mis’ry intertwine –
consequent to flawed design.
You and I such magic yearn,
frowns into frolic which turns.
