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Sunday, 4 August 2013

Imperial Love

Of a nature foreign
Your Love was.

Your route
My Sea of tears.

The Moon of your splendour
Never set upon me.

With religious rumours
You established yourself
In me.

Your imperial eyes:
My heart - a Colony.

It distorted everything
 I possessed

My Indigenous Memory.
My Empire of Thoughts.
My History of Desires.
My Culture of Silence.
My Language of Love.

After years of oblivion
My Language writes back
To Your Imperial Love
With an urgent zeal

“Come back
distort me all over again”

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