Bhaskar
02-20-2008, 08:01 PM
I have torn the books into raindrops
in my starving madness.
As I stand in the tattered drizzle,
I am soaked in the beloved.
Warm and dry in your mosque,
how can you know
why Latif dances
in the sacred puddles.
in my starving madness.
As I stand in the tattered drizzle,
I am soaked in the beloved.
Warm and dry in your mosque,
how can you know
why Latif dances
in the sacred puddles.