Here’s a funny yet beautiful poem:
First she gave me the wound by accident. Then the tourniquet she tied unwound by accident. Your friend may want to start running. I gave his scent to the hounds by accident. Balloons on the mailbox, ambulance in the driveway. Bobbing for apples I drowned by accident. Did someone tell the devil we were building Eden? Or did he slither on the grounds by accident? I said some crazy things, but I swear, officer, I burned her place down by accident. Only surfaces interest me. What depths I sound I sound by accident. "What should we look for in a ghazal, Amit?" Inevitabilities found by accident.
---- Amit Majmudar