Wind will blow us one day
To take away as fumes from ashes
But our Soul will persist
For a long journey as a migrating bird
...
Birds fly in seek of a way
Where they know there is food for the day
But you went away leaving me apart
Not able to drink and eat
...
Each entry I made
Babu's fumes I hailed
In the morning he told
Will be back
...
Sunrise
Wind will blow us one day
To take away as fumes from ashes
But our Soul will persist
For a long journey as a migrating bird
Towards somewhere far
For a new sunrise
From a womb of a mother
As a new creature of this earth
Indian Street Writer
Hari Das