FEASTING FOOLS
By Mukunda
THE
nodding trees
greet
the nomad winds,
when
fruits fall
and
flowers wither;
when
words fall
and
thoughts wither,
the
feasting fools
greet
each other.
The
roaring seas
greet
the scorching sands,
when
steamers scream
and
robbers loot;
when
poets weep
and
harlots croon,
the
feasting fools
greet
each other.
The
lightning grins
greet
the twinkling orbs,
when
mothers bleed
and
infants kick;
when
gallows bleed
and
gods they die,
the
feasting fools
greet
each other.