Aarti

Don`t you go gentle into the good night
Old age should meditate, young age should hunt
fly with bees and butterflies, while still
the urges, desire, beer and skittles stayeth
all green,gay, bright, ripe, red, light!
Here I am caught in the skies-my Hearts broke
my eyes wet, dry; loneliness rapes me from all
sides; I defy, I defy to get older in your
eyes; I defy, I defy to take you as another
man`s wife!
I will burn all beds, and butterflies
I will shoot down all shutters, all sites if
You let him be your ride!
I will keep on sharping my knife
I will stab you before I die to be equal
with your eyes!
Here I am caught up with lips, life,and lies
My butterflies all aweary,my strength shakes
to hide the shame of coyness in your EYES
Mine death wish to Your Innsfree I die!!!