The Vacant Hour Poem by Jay Kasturi

The Vacant Hour



When there are no memories,
think of yesterday reconstructed,
to last through the vacant hour.
What would have been,
what none could have known
dream of the lips never touched
fingers never reached.

(1994)

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Jay Kasturi

Jay Kasturi

Kerala, India
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