Not all will decipher this tirade of mine, Many will hear a lunatic’s rant, senseless garbage, But I carry on, For the sake of the few who speak my language, Who have tasted this bitter-sweet cup I have downed for two decades, Who will comprehend after just a snif, a phrase, a line For the sake of the ones with whom I intend to share my heart, Lend out my burden for a hand, for just a while, I carry on, I lay it out there. Two decades come to a close and that face is even clearer, The heart beats louder, The yearning grows deeper, Fed by deprivation and availability alike, Hunger leaves a footprint as fresh as the day I first saw you, Though many waters have passed under the bridge Spouses, relatives and friends have come and gone, Deliberate fights for self-control, Erasure of stored personal data, Resolution to retract tentacles of communication, All proved abortive time and time again. Drastic moves to annihilate this worm, this cactus, To destroy the fire-spitting dragon of hearts, To tame the leviathan dwelling in depths unfathomable, Have yielded little positive results. Time has become a tortoise, Revealing long hidden entrails of the heart in slow motion, Exposing the powerlessness of resolve And laying helplessness bare on the drawing table. What do men do in a solution-less situation? Where the unborn child has gone out of the womb, Only to get stuck on his way to the birth-canal; A quickened emergency develops, to cut open, To remove and save lives, The knife must drip blood again! To cut hearts open again! To expunge the forever standing, un-budging bond, Hearts and bodies stand limp, And helplessness reigns as the order of the day.