RESPITE

I desire, nothing
Of sort
Sliding down
The spires
Of heavenly minarets

My worldly respite, comes
Of its own accord;
Spilling the waste:
The life sludge
Feeders of termites and vermins

I desire, nothing
Of sort
Coming by its course
To grip my age 
Again and again

My worldly respite
Was born a long ago
When I was there, nowhere
To be found
In skies and beyond