ALICE OF WONDERLAND by Gyanchand Rayman
Against the high wind
on the opposite bank
of this dividing river
the wild wind
roused in me, the spirit
of young Vasco da Gama
tempting the love
in her ocean deep eyes
The wind, pummeled her body
but her firm breast
stood out
and the child in me
clapped hands in glee
remembering the thousand times
down sunny slopes
he joyfully rollercoastered.
The wind, outlined
the swell of her hips
and my hands instinctively
like eager Michelangelo’s reached out
for the finest plasticine
to mould unceasingly
Into the shape of my every fantasy.
Her legs rooted against the wind
her dress dancing
like a crazy kite
caught on a limb
I remembered the sapodilla tree
I climbed
to hide from friends
my head in the topmost foliage
Her advance now checked
I donned the wind at my back
like mighty propellers
and skipped across the treacherous river
on the snout of crocodiles
for man that I am
I must go to her
for my heart is a child’s
and Alice of Wonderland
is my Disney World.
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