Thursday, 31 May 2018

Couplet 2

I was reading a book of translations of Rumi's short poems last night and currently am very taken in by his form of poetry.

So here's another one, couplet style.
A little morbid but never mind; do bear with me for I love the form.


You judge my sorrow
And remind me of that man:
The one who had no feet for shoes.

But my sorrow is mine : unique, off-beat.
A mine.
Who know what may birth from it
What poem
And what song...


So don't teach. Don't preach.
My sorrow is mine
Unique and offbeat.


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