Perhaps I’m a bibliophile,
for I read all the knowledge in my head
and some more.
Sometimes when I look at the moon,
I see a musical instrument
no one knows how to play,
but everyone tries to play it when they’re alone
and they like its sound.
I have a colorful pinwheel,
which moves semi-circularly every time
with the same miniscule sound,
but I still watch it move,
I know it will reach somewhere
in one of its (temporary) endings

© Harrisham Minhas

Published in Muse India 2013

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