Why should the I take the the side of the Heart in its battle against the Intellect, wonders the poet in a state of spiritual melancholy.
O my heart!
Why sigh like a bubble
In the midst
Of a merciless storm?
What is that
You are after?
Why mould the reality
As per your sweet wish?
Why carry the burden
Of self-shaking thoughts?
Give this lunatic some time
To settle in a sensible rest
Why should I take your side
In the battle against intellect?
Spare me to reside
On a delicate branch of being
I,
With my tiny being,
Cannot withstand
The desolating forces
You are mindless
Of Remembrance
To your Creator,
You are ungrateful
To your mentors
You are insincere
November 12 1998. Edit Mar. 20223
