Another Circle - Poem by Hayat Saif
Grazing life's horizon I voyage
Towards another circle
Endlessly impulsive place
Love around tortured wrists
Store well-loved fragrances
In chests and boxes
And in my pocket a stamp
For an unaddressed envelope
Where is the destination
Of life's breathless journey?
Right ahead the bus stop beckons,
milling crowds around hawkers and touts
The bright merchandise of popular bliss
Is this then the destination,
This lit-up General Store?
A cripple on the sidewalk invokes the grace of God
Is He asleep in a waveless silence
On Heaven's minaret?
So, let us go elsewhere
Do a demented dance get roaring drunk,
Dive in a tailspin like a giant kite?
Go placidly grazing life's horizon
Sometimes as needed, playing the trumpet.
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