A culvert opens on your face
But what if the face is a desert
With no stream or river?
Life merely an expression
That a voice gives away
Existence a dream already lived.
Everything desired is happening
While tomorrow comes
Cruising on past possibilities
Present sadness recedes into a vault
One that has no key
Opening just enough
To let memories pile in untidy heaps
Letting nothing out, nothing out at all
Now turning off the light is a formality
A feckless goodbye to Now.
PS Just visited your biography. Even that's a poem! lol. Smiling at you, Gina.
I love this piece of writing, Uday. It's the richness of the vocabulary and of the images you draw that sing to me. Beautiful, enrapturing writing which soars straight into the soul. Pleased to meet you, Uday. Warm regards, Gina. (10 marks) .
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I would like to translate this poem
Uday, what a wonderful poem you've written, its beautiful -Eila