Said he,
The one guarding
The Gate of Delight -
‘You may enter
If you are sad.'
He said so
Unguardedly.
I did not know
Sadness,
I did not know
Happiness either,
I wondered why
Delight needed a guard,
What risks could it face?
Who were its foes?
Many people
Had entered the arena
For a joust with Delight,
I stood at the gate
And waited
For somebody to emerge
And remove my doubts.
No one did,
Delight had devoured
All visitors.
There is no one
To tell me about happiness
And I am sad, indeed.
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