Did I ever live in a habitable zone?: A poem 

I was never a resident of a habitable zone 

I was sworn to territories unknown 

A nomad at every excursion 

There was always desertification by someone else’s ruthless incursions 

Was I a King who turned everything to gold 

that another’s greed should quickly take hold? 

So, Midas really wished he only had embers 

the flock of love reduced to abandoned tenders! 

You think this rightful denizen and heir 

should be denatured and be bereft of a kingdom? 

I only looked toward the stars in the sky 

to make way in my tribulated journeys 

There is no inclement weather, I can think of, to handicap 

this habitual living without desisting at the oases 

You can see that all brave men venture into the desert 

as if with knowledge, that love is sweet nectar 

with a sudden dollop of poison dispensed by evil when you begin to ingest it 

So, I live with the imagination of love in its manifestation 

as light, without structure or form to be possessed in any realm 

But I have lived to absorb and desorb its magnificent virtue when need be 

by reminding myself that the soul was never arid 

This aloneness breathed love’s governance in absentia 

with the mutiny against a hostile imposed ambience