Forbidden

Take me to the shore of a dead river Let me leave some footprints on its dry sands I can hear from far the church bells Chiming like a famishing lizard…. The blue moon is almost gone. Let me take rest on the bed of pebbles Washed with hymns of famished ancestors I can hear their vacant laugh As conchs get rubbed with each other…. I have got those blue eyes of my mom Clear crystals bearing images of A life of torture and subjugation… And there were small tides of love Kissing my feet as I was falling asleep..