Poems – Sabda Sansar

π-1

While the diameter, deemed supreme, For circular things, it may seem, Could be the same, it’s been seen, Between two

1. Inside Home, Raindrops come tapping, Through the window pane. They long to soak us, But the glass holds strong,

In the realm of the negative axis we dwell, With anticipation our constant companion, Yearning for solace in favorable outcomes,