A
sand granule is but an experienced stone.
Here
I am, recollecting the forgotten days;
Here
I am, once again, all withered, all alone.
My
life has lived many ends;
All
the beginnings have now started to clone.
The
mysteries and thrills from the future seem to disappear;
All
the ‘bonheur’ from it seems to be deboned.
And
a sand granule bears alike rains, winds and sunshine,
Drifting
a whole life on the same rail road,
The
one seen from the grey window,
Where
hangs a grey wind-chime.
Surrounded
by many similar granules,
But
still forlorn;
Pray,
what can I be?
But
an experienced stone!
Mandovi
Jadoun©.
