(1)
basanti shawls
yellow paper kites
in mustard fields
(2)
Every time
I doze -
Buddha opens his eyes
(3)
Sky weeps
Colours -
Autumn leaves
(4)
a shrine
chanting smoke
under Peepal
(5)
a pale sun
green grape vines
a soggy wall
Hamid Yazdani
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REFLECTION IN A WINDOW
Something disturbs the night’s darkness,
the winking lights,
the sidewalk’s shine from an earlier rain.
A window’s reflection,
the haunting other self brings an inner darkness,
weightless, yet weighty with disquietude,
a brush against a black cat,
the doleful call from an unknown quarter,
The dark voice of my other self morphs into sadness without music,
the heaviness of living.
Something disturbs the night’s darkness,
the winking lights,
the sidewalk’s shine from an earlier rain.
A window’s reflection,
the haunting other self brings an inner darkness,
weightless, yet weighty with disquietude,
a brush against a black cat,
the doleful call from an unknown quarter,
The dark voice of my other self morphs into sadness without music,
the heaviness of living.
--Irving A. Greenfield
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