8/11/23
Today has made me alone
like God himself;
as if at hundred wounds I am shattered
Alone’s sail cradle
And silences me
sitting afar laughing-laugh —
sowing grief inside me
occupies me like a farmer
Sitting afar sees, he laughs
Where is the desire to live?
God lifts me up
leaving the ladder afar.
Though I sit to cry —
showing wiping water —
In Arsh-e-Mu’all? it spreads
always whispering
Then have I lost?
Question remains for all;
I say, losing
is everyday’s food.
I lose, we lose
losing is fun;
As if in this kingdom of losing
we all are kings!
