Poems

Memories of Seclusion

My right shoe has gone on leave
I am neither four-footed now nor two-footed
 
I read "Nietzsche" in primordial trinity
At nights, he comes to my sleep and says:
At last, I will rub your mustache away!
 
Telephone has been on answering for days
Again, this importunate landlord!
 
I scratch my foot with knitting needle
 
I never saw any good from the right
Left has always been left
I am tired, tired
Tired of this tripartite opposition
Right-handedness, left-mindedness, nihilistic belief!