Can I ever write,
a poem, to both recite -
the song of my heart, and to recount -
the epic of my might?
Can I ever compose such verse,
in this solid dark, in this dominant night?
For I happen to be -
a heap of cold, discarded ash -
concealing the seeds of all revolts -
I happen to be
A peaceful sea -
carrying the roars of all storms -
underneath its quiet sight.
I am a frozen lake -
hiding the flames of all faiths -
beneath its lifeless face.
Can I ever write -
Can I ever compose such verse?