Milarepa Poem by Ranjit Hoskote

Milarepa



A crust of mountain for breakfast
with a smear of dew to wash it down,
a torn cotton robe against the wind.
His name burnt out, Milarepa sings to himself
as he travels the centuries.

Monday, March 26, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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