NaPoWriMo 5

#NaPoWriMo 5

She is a yellow autumnal leaf,

Her axil attached exactly at 360 degrees to the perpendicular mass of earth,

She breathes fire that touches the arctic melting it:

no man sees the melody of her music,

or hears her dancing to it

for they do not know

Her name is dragon fire.

They do not know

That as she touches petrichor,

Tasting its wild sweetness;

She is imagined to be the Marilyn,

Housed at 12305, 5th Helena Drive.

Yet she is none of those:

Being frozen, her breath spreads through arctic ice,

Refusing to melt it.

Global warming with its serious consequences,

Made molten the Greenland ice sheet,

We know, Ozone stands depleted,

And cancers grow on my skin.

Every time her skirt blows,

Showers begin

And her lover, the parched earth sings.

Yet she bemoans, “Ne dis jamais je t'aime je t'aime

Ne dis jamais je t'aime,”

And I hear more and more pining

In the painful noise of deceit:

“ज्यौं दरपन मैं दरस देखियत, दृष्टि परम रुचि लागी”

And their voices stand still in fresh water rivers;

Catching symphony of fiery music.

They evoke Udhaou, Udhaou

Frenzied chants of Udu, Udu, Udu

And the stupid-lovelorn woman, Udita,

Centuries after believes in it.

I, being afraid,

Look for answers,

“Marilyn will return in her own body,

And with her their yearning,”

The owl prophets declare,

I wait until...

One day a stranger names me dragon fire melting arctic,

The mole is Marilyn. Fire means nothing.