FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE
Tenacious in my two hands,
A titanic sword, and a
Talisman flower….
Turns over a new leaf
My tangible ideology-
With the sword turns up trumps…
If you say- here…here I am
Head over heels in love…
In love with a
Emblematic erection of life,
I think, heavy going it is not,
Not like lying low….
But…but when it comes…
Comes to the flower in my hand,
You have the other fish…
For sure, you have the other
Fish to fry…..
In deep water, does its bit…
Does its best , the flower
For my dreams, and the dreams
Look for fresh fields…
For fresh fields and pastures new…
Dear friend !
I don’t claim, felicitous my 2 hands are,
Fallible they may be -
Or like faux pas or fey….
But behold ! empty they are not,
Yet enslaved…enslaved by their needs….