I feel a little bit embarrassed by my woodpecker mind
When you all move around in your butterfly heart
Comfortably collecting honey from flower to flower
Even then I kiss the tree trunk , times innumerable
Thanks to God who gave me a couple of strong lips
Or else blood would have flowed in utmost desperation.
Though not my lips, my heart bleeds like waterfalls
Sophocles, Shakespeare and even Tagore have bathed
In that aesthetic falls and hundreds of heroes washed away
By the flood of blood amidst uncountable tragedies
Or perhaps at the least, drowned in the drops of salty tears
But I remain stubborn still, trying to reach the heart of the tree.
The madness of this addicted man continues in professional perfection
Striking my head against the hard trunk day in and day out,
Not sure of the outcome though, the endeavor continues in endless efforts
The apparent obstacles matter not, I count on the innumerable inner truth
Smart birds laugh at me and at my utter foolishness to reach inside the tree trunk
Achievements apparently are a big zero but the joy of earnings lies in the spending.
Yes, it’s difficult to reach the heart of a tree,’cause it doesn’t lie on the trunk
But when a woodpecker finds the real taste, it’s winning the beloved and God.
16 February 2018
On board Emirates
Copyright @Anis Ahmed.