Some lifetimes are not enough
To settle our guilts, our debts.
It cuts across dimensions,
Unlike love, unlike hatred.
And it sprouts remembrances
In scarlet red and translucent whites.
A lifetime is barely time enough,
To realize our Himalayan blunders
Our so called hits and our near misses.
But a lifetime is not enough,
To bury our guilts, our debts.
And those that we leave behind
Bury us.
2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem