“Ghazal 50”
How awful to see Heaven’s teeth circling the finger
of those who deserved pearls to string their finger.
My souvenir of you is that you didn’t give me one:
the day you left me you raised a ringless finger.
Asad, when I write hot words out of heartfire
no one can give the words I sing the finger.
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014