One Ask

by Hafeez ur Rehman



Against a wailing wall; around a black stone or before a mud god they all pile up supplications. Thieves, robbers, thugs, perpetual serfs and their masters keep on asking for more and more from the same row of sin. Eternally shy of begging I plan only one ask. Give me just a bit but all in your measure.

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21-Dec-2013

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"Give me just a bit
but all in your measure"

I would like to add that unsaid last line:

"That is infinite".

But God's infinite can't brook an antonym like "finite". Where would we hold it then? He is the ultimate trickster.

Your poem, as always, is great food for thought. Thanks.

Madathil Rajendran Nair4
24-Dec-2013 02:50 AM