shaant roop main
main kisi se bolti-chaalti nahin
araam karti hoon bistray main
mera ek fehpDra laal hai
laal phool kata gulabi paani main hai
mera doosra fehpDa theek nahin
ek fehpDay se main such bolti hoon
doosray se jhoot maarti hoon
gulabi phool laal paani main hain
dukh ki tarah, sachaaee meri hai
jhoot hai k main marna chahti hoon
gulabi phooloN pe laal paani hai
aur sub kuch shaant hai, araam hai
halki si khaansi kaDay pan main hai
kaDi khaansi halki satah pe hai
gulabi paani laal phooloN pe hai.
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The Rest
BY JANE HUFFMAN
Still, I keep myself, I take
to bed. One lung is red. Cut red
flowers hung in pink water.
My other lung is out of line.
From one lung, I tell the truth.
From the other lung, I lie.
Cut pink flowers hung in red water.
Like a pain, the truth is mine.
The lie is that today I want to die.
Cut red water hung in pink flowers.
The rest of it is stillness, rest.
A soft cough into a hard pan.
A hard cough into a soft plane.
Cut pink water hung in red flowers
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