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I Forget

Sometimes I forget completely
What companionship is.
Unconscious and insane, I spill sad
Energy everywhere. My story
Gets told in various ways: a romance,
A dirty joke, a war, a vacancy.
Divide my forgetfulness by any number,
It will go around.
These dark suggestions that I follow,
Are they part of some plan?
Friends, be careful. Don’t come near me
Out of curiosity, or sympathy.
Originally written in Dari Persian by Afghan poet, Jalaluddin Rumi

 

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This entry was published on March 18, 2006 at 17:00 and is filed under Introspeculation. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “I Forget

  1. Zubair on said:

    The best thing about life is that it is full of options. And no matter what situation we are in we always have 2 options – to be happy and to be sad. It is always smarter and wiser to go for the first one. It is all just a realisation away.

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