Precarious Thoughts
My soul trims down and
Becomes a single thread
By pecking and plucking
Words separate the tangles
On the much sharpened edge
Between meaning and inanity
Between sense and inner sense
At precarious moments
Swings and sways the thoughts
If that peels off and drops down
The fall will shake up this universe
Thoughts drenched in the downpour
On earth have been swollen and heavy
An oil lamp on the veranda of the soul
And the oil that is being burnt up in it
Invigorate and enliven the flames
On the stage that is dimmed up with
Flimsy flames and cold breeze.
By Ismail Meladi
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