The poet sat down at his desk
And tried to write a Ghazal rhyme.
He plucked his mind’s antipathy
And put it all aside this time.
Who knows what line he crossed again
The paper soon appeared bereft.
Marooning him upon the desk,
The paper rose and promptly left.
Translated from my Hindi poem, मेज़
mez
mez pe baiTHā kavī
liKHne chalā wo ik Gazal.
man se chun ke dvesh sārī
rakh di usne ik bagal.
Fir bhī zurrat kyā huī
Kāgaz jo usse ruTH gayā.
CHoD usko mez par
Kāgaz wahan se uTH gayā
Minakhi Misra 