In the absence of fragrance
Do the flowers
With their tender wings
Attract the butterflies
Or the butterflies
With their flapping petals
Do the flowers
In the fragrance of absence?
At times I feel very alone.
In the quiet afternoon, throwing stone –
Standing by the gushing river,
Staring blankly at the forest, green forever –
On the...
Often in this fast, crowded street,
On modern life's frenzied platform,
I'm forced to accept a fight-less defeat.
I disobey their mandates, decline to perform.
To this world's...
