Kamal

Kamal ‘Kamal, Kamal’ the whispered words surreal The cloying womb of darkness doth enfold Nor glimmers the hissing serpent to reveal Neither any yearned for freedom to behold ‘Kamal, Kamal’ chords rippling, resonating Cocooned amidst the stifling, stagnant gore Fetid mental gel is begat by endless waiting Choked ambition was incarnate once before ‘Kamal, Kamal’ the drooling wraiths appear Cosmic spiralling of nebulous shifting light Frantic whirling vortex, a thrill of manic fear Quicksilver raindrops falling from the night ‘Kamal, Kamal’ thine incarnation’s calling The weeping violet waits at journey’s end Get thee to turgid karma and life’s mauling The old grey sloth, Mortality is thine friend