A Modern Myth
Rests a sparrow at my balcony
And looks for her destiny in the top corner ventilator.
Her look looks an enquiry to me
And I reply her as in a theatre:
“I dare not envision thy destiny
Coz Destiny himself has been lamenting
For the road not taken!
I would certainly have been a prophet
But it’s not because of destiny that I am on the road I am on
But because Certainty has shaken! ! ”
The sparrow twists her head as in total confusion
And flutters away, and
I add to my poem:
'I am sure as I call thou a sparrow
Coz Nature has evolved you to flutter the way you flutter
Or because has She mistaken? '
Walking Around Boudha
Look at the spire
That has those tranquil eyes.
You see a sky
Wide, wide and wide.
The sky is as elsewhere
Or it's not that elsewhere lies
Or it's not a sky
But the reflection of the eyes.
The blue width is solemn
With solemn Boudha underneath.
The marketplace goes on
With bargain for gifts.
The white floors with steps upward
Take me closer to the sky bright.
The eyes fetch bits of joys
From the blue of the height.
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