At times even the disorganised
need to be precise.
How many stars lay scattered
across your view?
Let us understand our
dreams: analyse
the passage of thoughts,
the direction of hopes,
the journey of love...
Nothing will be resolved
All will change by tomorrow
But the logic will be satisfied.
(22 October 1990)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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