Sleeping and eating,
Plucking leaves and eating,
Frolicking and rolling
And playing
Into the wild
Full of greenery.
The gorillas,
Gorillas of Rwanda,
Dark and black,
Human-like,
Wild and aboriginal,
Ethnic and tribal
And mountainous gorillas,
The gorillas of Rwanda.
Walking on the fours
With a larger body
The gorillas,
Gorillas blackly
And furred over the body
The humanoids
Wild and woodland,
Forested and aboriginal.
Creational Force,How to, how to approach Her,How, how to invoke HerMantric Devi, Syllabic Devi,One who is Speech,The Alphabet of Language,How to, how to approach Her,How, how to?Dispelling darkness within,Discarding avarice, greed, lust,One can, one can DeviWith a sacred heart,Sacred and sacrosanct heart.
And callingFor a picture to conjure upOn the mind’s planeWith the bogies tumbling,Slowing downAt the haltTo chug again and to gather speedTo run it all past and left behind.
Away from too much human haunt and habitation.Archetypal, ethnic, racial, primitive and aboriginal,Stands it thereonUnder the peepul tree, the banyan tree.Dark and poor, backward and undeveloped, it tellsThe tales of human hunger, poverty, scarcity and want,A hard life it is difficult to pass indeed.
Impressing a sweet kissOn the cheeks,the foreheadWith a I love you,Forget me not.
The jinn the source of his storiesAnd he telling talesWith Scheherazade by his side,The romantic mistress.
You fire not on themWith mortars and shells.They are the Buddhas, Buddhas of Peace,You fire not,Fire not on them,The cliff-hewn and chiselled Budhhas.You blunder not after firing on,They are art and artifacts,Your heritage, culture and legacy,Disturb them lest you be disturbed.
