Wednesday, 10 November 2010


Split the moment into hundred

And take one among them

Build a bridge across the life,

Slimmer than the hair

That is divided into hundred

Place a needle on top of it,

Of coincidence, unexpectedness,

Of impuissance, selfishness, or

Of anything…

And now,

The fate would be arriving

As an uninvited guest

It would perform a dance

On the edge of the needle

Not just a dance,

A dance of devastation,

And the destruction

Would be occurring

Underneath the bridge

It will become topsy-turvy

The least expected would be

A huge displacement of things.

By Ismail Meladi

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