Poems

A Standard Shirt

Between midday and nightfall
there comes a time
when the day's noise and actions
are already done with,
 
just as now,
all desires quenched,
I am ready to sit down
on any chair.
 
A boy in a yellow shirt
has just passed by
and made me think
of a shirt of mine
in those old ordinary days.
 
So it was possible.
Yes, this life was possible.
And here I am, still wearing
a shirt just like that.
 
 
3.11.1988
From Jagah, Dwelling