Discourses From the East
The Triptych: || Left to Rust|| Denial|| Manufactured ||
Left to Rust Once, a Violin was playedOnce, a Sketch was madeOnce, an Article was composedOnce, the Mind used to reposeYet Now,The Strings are lifelessThe Pencil is untouchedThe Papers are wordlessWonder Why?Maybe it’s the Mind which doesn’t want to replayMaybe…
