A WILD QUEST

Imagine If I had no breath,

Then I will be a scavenger on Mars

So pure with no diluted droplets of pure air

I do float on the apex of its poles

And with a scream awakening birds of my sought for

An empire as of the Gadites and Raubenites at

The flattened gates of the Canaan-land

And there I be as graced as Solomon;

Wise enough not to crash my knuckle poking my nostrils.

In a plunk of time as the sun,

I do become a rival with green envy.