Author Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi Who makes these changes? I shoot an arrow right. It lands left. I ride after a deer and find myself Chased by a hog. I plot to get what I want And end up in prison. I dig pits to trap others And fall in. I should be suspicious Of what I want. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments