Game of Procrastination I am a cinderella of procrastination: When coffee beans are separated from rice, And every grain is multiplied by two In every new square of Red square, Amounting to the caravans of pink camels And processions of elephants Driven by the reticent cameleers and mahouts in salwars In the turbans with billowing peacock feathers In the white camisoles embroidered with gold, I follow them with my slow dim gaze: They are languidly traveling through the wilderness With snakes in their bosoms, Never sojourning; I expect them to reach the remote line Where I turn into the procrastination queen.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 20:04:08 +0000
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