tell me! [rubai]

Is it happiness   I am inventing?
                or a new kind of misery?   tell me!

when the paper   renounced its lamenting
                did it enter the scissory?   tell me!

in the world   no one knows where the wind goes
                in the mill   all the grain became powder

what was destined   eluded preventing
                can what's not   assume is-ery?   tell me!



(for Kumar Shahani)