back again, many
things remain
enveloped
under
the
sand, at least there should
be some purpose in life,
forgetting is a normal
process, slowly
you, too, will
get used
to it
one day, body, heart, desire
isn't separated from each
other, dried springs
live far inside
the dead
river,
maybe one day it will be
rejuvenated, who
knows? Some -
where in
an oasis,
we will
exist,
maybe you can recognize me,
as a bird or a dim star
in the morning.
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
