by Yoshita Batish
Come embrace me in this blackhole.
Hold my hand,my skeptical frame.
My chariot swerves dangerously,
Teach me to control,teach me how to aim.
O wizened alchemist with a prickly beard,
There is a universe in your eyes .
So kiss my forehead ,grant me this boon,
That I may glow bright and see past the lies.
My adulterated brother with tousled hair ,
My cruel mentor,giver of anecdotes .
Blind me to easy elixirs,
To you I credit my principles,my life’s quotes.
Shower upon me blows of thunder,
Hit me with agonizing pain.
For in the relentless downpours,
Did the hill become the mountain.