My golden dome is half built
I wrote to space for more space
the space is dwarfed by my lovenest
the stars are too dim for you
help me to complete my superdome
where the heaven would be a floor
studded by immortal glowing words.
I know you laugh in helpless tears
each drop is an ocean
drowning my superdome to keep it cool,
you have lost words
your pauses ruin my rhythms
your voice has lost its
ringtones in dumb vocables,
yet I know you speak endless
the new vocabulary of love.
How long will you take to hang
the tapestry of your soul’s joys
you know I am mortal with eternal
longings for unending consummation.
I don’t know where you are
what address should I
pen?
But this letter will float like a balloon
somewhere above god’s lofty imagination.
Please come, we will live
in our incomplete dome
making it cover all galaxies.
Sabita Sahu.
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