Truth lands at your door without seeking it
while Illusion finds me without labor!
where grain grows the bird is found beaking it
Great Illusion meet Truth! your old neighbor
born in California fifty years since /
got into painting in New York City /
what were the music my verse would evince? /
poetry flows in guise of a ditty /
passing the seasons in Bhopal city /
playing sarangi when morning glints /
heaven show mercy! (famous for pity) /
born in California fifty years since
[written some years ago]
DRI occasionally tweets at:
raagatodi. See also his earlier blog: KIRWANI
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