A poem by Rashid
I should have said
when you were bending over me
lassoing me with mala and a new name
nearly forty years ago
I should have told you that
I would be the ground you walked on
and the bed you slept on
the air you moved in and
your body moving in it
I would have liked to be the shower
that cools you twice a day
the chai you drink
your right hand and
your knitted hat
no matter I said nothing
in realms beyond the mind
time ceases to exist
I say it now
too late
it is already happening
Poem by Rashid
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