Kabira Poem by Rajiv Mohabir

hathailiyan ke mehndi halki hoike gayaab
ii sarirwa mein bhala kaa tikaav

You will your house of clay and breath
a fortress. One day, ash and smoke will play fire

games in the courtyard. Remember this hovel
is of five senses —

Does wind stay trapped in a room when its windows
yawn? Without country it flows as river water,

a traceless origin. How can this structure
of earth and bone be home? Says Kabir, "However

beautiful — gold or silver — when the cage
door cracks what bird stays inside?"

The palm's mehndi lightens then disappears;
what permanence is in your body?