Classic Poem

Hundred years back where were you?
When your mom was a little girl growing like a pine tree,
did anyone conceive that a hero-like man was hidden
In the folds of the girl's body resembling a pan swelling up
with heated juice?

Or did your dad- as a vulture from the high sky searches for
a dead cow- nose out the scent of your existence in the rolls
of your mom's body while unfolding her like a sari
in the pitchy darkness of youth?
If the case so, where were you?
Hundred years hence like the smoke of a cigar
where will you be?

Love existed in the world when you were out of existence.
Then too darkness like the wrestler played the mysterious game
with the alien light.
Then women- having spoken of hearts- spent nights wet with lust
beside men blind with love.
When you pass away from the earth, stars will bloom like flowers,
then too women like playful ducks will swim in the lilting sea of night
with their bodies uncovered and undressed.
But you think, no woman in absence of you
any longer becomes a mother,
in absence of you all sports on earth get stopped for ever
like a clock out of order.

Nowhere you've seen an undying tree, o the cowboy
nor you've seen any deathless lamb;
Why do you like to capture in your fist for good
the breast of earth degraded with rapes since her birth?