Rubá’í of the Day


We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still,
Thou said’st, “Awake! taste the world’s good and ill”;
Here we are puzzled by Thy strange command,
From slanted jars no single drop to spill.

Posted on 27/07/2013, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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