If I got an eternal life – and then alone go on
walking the paths of the world: I shall see green grasses
spring up and yellow leaves dropp off – watch the sky
clearing as it dawns – and at the dusk, a streak of
blood from a slain Munia clinging to its bosom – and sessions with the stars, time and again that too. I shall see
how an unknown woman makes her way
her loose bun falling apart – ah, her face lacks
twilight’s comely touch.
If I really got an endless life – and for eternity
roamed about the world – past a lot of
Trams, buses and dusts – bunch of slums and bazaars – across
swampy lanes, pieces of broken chillum and urn –
a fight here, a quarrel there, squint eyes, rotten shrimps –
Caught sight of so many things all on the way
Except a glimpse of you for once ever in this life.
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