No Poem

You could have been my heart

My soul was fervent

A room was for you, but

You know best why you chose the mart.

So I went there too

We are all animals in a big zoo

The cage is enormous

We don’t see the end of it

We move and run with unending greed.

That might have prompted you 

To trade your flesh

You sold your eyes fountain fresh

Your song saturated voice

And all the petals of your sweetheart.

You know best why you chose the dirty mart.

The world itself is a market square

With bountiful vents of our desires

I traveled therein and checked all of them

You are obscured in arrogance

There is no poem.