Poem – Kin 

We were entwined in red rings 

Of blood and loneliness before 

The first snows fell

Before muddy rivers seeded clouds 

Above a virgin forest, and 

Men ran naked, blue and black 

Skinned into the warm embraces 

Of Sheba, Eve and Lilith.

I was your sister.
You left me to force strangers 

Into brother molds, exacting 

Taxations they never

Owed or could ever pay.
You fought to die, thinking 

In destruction lies the seed 

Of birth. You may be right.
I will remember silent walks in 

Southern woods and long talks 

In low voices

Shielding meaning from the big ears 

Of overcurious adults.
You may be right. 

Your slow return from

Regions of terror and bloody

Screams, races my heart.

I hear again the laughter 

Of children and see fireflies 

Bursting tiny explosions in 

An Arkansas twilight. 


About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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