कुछ लोगों को भवसागर में आने से लेकर
भवसागर पार हो जाने तक लगातार
बहुत चाव से भाव खिलाया जाता है
यहाँ तक कि कभी-कभी तो उनको
भाव ही बहुत सस्ता लगने लगता है

कुछ और लोग होते हैं जो आने के बाद
कभी, कहीं, किसी तरह दूसरे लोगों से
भाव खाने का हक हासिल कर लेते हैं

There was a window on my right
And there was a window on my left
I was walking in a narrow corridor
There seemed to be a similar one on my right
Just as there was one on my left
Someone was walking in the right corridor
At my pace, almost in step with me
Someone was walking in the left one too

Someone called someone milk
Milk as noun or milk as verb?
Milk as the subject or milk as the object?
Milk as the karta or milk as the karma?

The answer appears as a vision
Of huge torrents of something
(It could very well be milk
Of, you know, something)
Flowing from one end
Of the Zipf’s Law curve
To the other end

If I compose a poem
While visiting your home
And having a post-meal nap
In your home
Does the poem belong to you?

If I write a poem
On the last page of the notebook
That you gave me and
Which contains the addresses
Of the people to whom I deliver
Items of furniture
As a means of survival
Does the poem belong to you?