Red Lilies Ghazal
A chain of crushed nouns has upended my mind. It’s o.k. It’s all right, pretended my mind. A quick cut. A small nick. A surgical touch. O Penthidine, Tramadol, so splendid my mind! Ram drew back the string of King Janak’s great bow, Sita shot through the lifetimes and tended my mind. …