What a Poet Pair Once Dreamt

The dreams sure were dreamt— by one alone, Not by both and sure failed to reach peak. Let’s now build together our dream house— Bring own base, cement, mortar, each brick. Let all need temples to placate God, Not us; hope, He has not made us meek. If He’s made us in His tall image, Petitions, pleadings would make Him sick. Let sorrows never dare to dare us, Let’s frown at shallow joys, call them freak. The point made if failed a point to pick, Sure, such a poem would never click. Our first words if were in Mother tongue, To our child let them not sound like Greek. _______________________________________ Set in anapaest meter, it has little in common with the original. Ghazal |01.02.2022, revised April 2022|