that monkey is always with me
irritatingly imitating me
whatever i do,
following me wherever i go,
whether it is daylight or twilight
moon light or midnight…
where does it come from, i know not.
how to get rid of it, i know not
like a genie in a fairy tale
it takes whatever shape pleases him
as tall as a tree, it dwarfs me
as big as a wolf, it scares me
as flat as glass, it teases me
sometimes, visibly invisible
like a ghost, it threatens me
but, he is as attentive as a soldier
when i softly sing or speak
that’s the only times he doesn’t imitate me!
that’s the only times he doesn’t imitate me!
will he be with me
even when i am carried
to the garden of silence!