Monday, May 28, 2007
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)