Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Inkpot I















(For Gulzar)
When I dip my pen

in the inkpot.
It is like throwing a pebble
 in the well of darkness.
In the dark foam
sparkle words
like fireflies.
Light begins to swim
in the water of the well.
In the inkpot
blind sun
can see its face

From ‘Antraal’
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