with closed eyes
and no growing wings
I fell in love with you.
flying into that huge valley
with heart, with songs and letters.
I needed nothing except spirit for my body.

all the clocks had two hands.

but because I can love,
because between I and Love
there is no visible bridge, but poetry,
I made you
into the last prophet of love
in this world.

I shared with you my cage, my words, my eyes.

my only desire was to be heard,
my visions needed to be seen by you.
yet your axioms didn't see the poet in me.
your amalgamations refused the bird in me,
addicted to receive your daily care.

that is why you are still here
capable of giving freedom and love.
and why, I, as a weaver of the most beautiful dreams,
am still translating you
into my native tongue.

Eila Mahima Jaipaul

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