dedicated to Aashish Thakur
if death is a crook with a white face,
i will shield you from her
i will put on a black mask
and i'll scare her off
but what if death
is a sad child
with the silky net
into which
patches of colorful butterflies
have flown in by chance
carried by the north wind
what should i do then...
what should i do with her joy?
what should i do
if there is no net broad enough
for the wind?
31 Март 2010 г.