If I am to sing again now, grant me an audience,
lend me an ear, that prize, I covet the most.
Won’t a song bird still sing, whether or not an award it might bring?
Now, that I want to be heard, is not why I sing
Inevitably mine is my fate, endlessly to sing.
I know thus, that the generous will hear me, always
Fervently, I shall sing forever, as ever before…
So, shut their ears if someone should,
Not in the least bit worry, I would!
Who knows since when it is working–This clock;Seconds, minutes, hours– the hands markNight and day.Hourly, half-hourly, rings its moanWhile the snow rolls in the veins;Snow or sunshine ( does it matter ? )The stars roll in the blue vaultUndisturbed.Ceaselessly the river flows to the ocean.But the dark thirst of the salt wavesIs never slakedFor all…
the little child asked one day.“It was offered to my God, son. That’s whyI miss that finger, that’s all.”“Offered to God?What kind of God was he to ask for your thumb?Surely, He must be a very cruel one. Didn’t you feelanything as you gave it away, Father?”“You shouldn’t speak like that, son. God, after all,…
