Friday, 16 September 2011

Mystic Union and the price of onions.


' The poet says- his tears make him thirsty for onion.'
'Onion?'
'Onion with the Divine. That is true wine of the Saqi'


For a mere mirror holding habit turns Saqi e'en thy Christ-white hand
Yet must Wine’s bloodthirst  parch khaki- being so blindly poured
Now the dearness of the onion is Democracy's firebrand
 How tether Mystic Union Tears’ Mongol horde?

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