Wednesday, March 29, 2006

252. Kalidasa

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Arrows let loose from a thousand bows
spread like a stain across the skies:
a thousand arcs of danger descending.

Waiting and watching, the army defending
raise their shields with worried eyes:
Who will survive? Blind fortune knows!

A poem, cousin to such lethal darts,
can land, unexpected, in our hearts.