That my mind is a misty farrago, I never doubted
But neither did I know that there could be order in it
Until I made the list titled-
‘Have no expectations but only aspirations’!
To wake up at dawn to perform Kapotasana
By the end of this month.
To wake up in the depths of Critical Theory
By the end of this year
To travel to Dharmasala alone
Before the end of this summer
To travel to dreams of rationality
Before the end of this life-time
That I had humble aspirations I never doubted
But neither did I know that they could be so arduous.