They come in many colours,

variations and variegations –

the former are the works of an

unknowable creator – the latter

a human, pottering in his grounds.


The Attar of Nishapur was a poet.

What is it with this poetry stuff that

gets everyone singing from many

hymn sheets – poetry has no scent

and often it is lacking to the eye.


Untrained bards and many words are

poured out to the world. The pen is

claimed to be mightier than the sword.

Though roses tied together in a ribbon,

can sometimes be the crunch when after

a blazing row, two people reach to the

other, smothering one another in a kiss.




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