gulab khandelwal selected poems

I accept,
You are without form, without feelings,
Without activity,
Even then,
You have a great sense of humour.
Why have you given me beauty
If I have to spend my whole life amongst the blind?
Why do I sing so sweetly?
If I have to convey my message to the deaf?
Why do I run on sand-dunes
Carrying a canoe on my back?
Why do I have to bear these drums round my neck
Only to please these rocks?