A Haibun
slanted sunlight
in the Meditation Hall
a drift of dust
"Every question you answer, " I say timidly, 'leads to another question.' The air conditioner continues its rhythmic humming.
'And do you have another question? ' the master asks. For the first time, I notice that there is a small twist to his mouth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many unanswered questions are answered brilliantly and this amazes mind more. Wisely penned poem is shared.10