The soul has infinite pockets in its pants
in each life it's depositing something new
when honeyed nuggests attract long lines of ants what is the soul in its pantaloons to do?
born in California fifty years since /
got into painting in New York City /
what were the music my verse would evince? /
poetry flows in guise of a ditty /
passing the seasons in Bhopal city /
playing sarangi when morning glints /
heaven show mercy! (famous for pity) /
born in California fifty years since
[written some years ago]
DRI occasionally tweets at:
raagatodi. See also his earlier blog: KIRWANI
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