Anahit Arustamyan Poems
I Asked A Monk
I ASKED A MONK
I asked a monk if I was a cloud of smoke. The monk heard my cough caused by cold. In the world there might be something wrong. I can't guess the world's puzzle which is old. I don't have a key to my century's lock. In the world there might be somethig strong. The strongest drug is a rainbow's talk. A log was a willow in someone's song. In the world there is something short. Never think that my cough must be long! There will be another monk. There will be another cough or another song.
Take me! Let me be a feather not to look heavy! I am still a paper letter written by your memory. I would appear like a fairy if the day wasn't rainy. I would weigh my century if the scales weren't shady. Take me even if the day is cloudy! Your leather boots will get weary stepping a long boundary. If I am a tiny feather, you will take me easily.