tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012825928007313505.post8862251126216031283..comments2023-10-22T14:59:39.834+05:30Comments on Poetry Mala: An Excuse for Not Returning the Visit of a FriendSMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736490722790574672noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012825928007313505.post-56373073970538343292009-04-10T22:45:00.000+05:302009-04-10T22:45:00.000+05:30Yes, gentle, but firm. The way I'd like to be, ins...Yes, gentle, but firm. The way I'd like to be, instead of shrill and screeching at times because of the two lovely little ones, one beginning to talk, the other who seemingly can't stop, both hanging on my clothes and following my steps..."I'm afraid I will never make it to your house". How profound. "I'm afraid I will never get that paper done." "I'm afraid I will not mail out that check in time." "I'm afraid I will not be packed and ready by tomorrow." Gentle, but firm. At peace with the what-isness of the moment.SMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16736490722790574672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012825928007313505.post-59038771169059558622009-04-10T01:46:00.000+05:302009-04-10T01:46:00.000+05:30This reminds me of Tagore, somehow, although I cou...This reminds me of Tagore, somehow, although I couldn't say why exactly... there's such a gentle quality to it.alkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16879607392338445759noreply@blogger.com