Time, so many cobblestones
placed in wilderness,
so much sand ground fine.
How many stones, how much sand
hidden out of sight?
I have been looking for the book of incantations
but it seems it has long since turned to ash.
I have gazed into many eyes, all vague and absorbed.
I once stopped at a shrine built by others,
poured out my heart.
But the shrine was a pile of sand and stones
a long shallow pit
with nothing inside
not even a feather.
~ Li Sen
( English version, Translated by Wang Ho and Steven Schroeder.
Reprinted from Chinese Windmill, Virtual Artists Collective, 2007.)
source : universeofpoetry.org
I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English.
Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…
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