Between The Future That Must Come And A Present That Must Go Poem by Baru Gobira

I have not seen the dew
For much of the grass is paved concrete
I have not seen freshness so green
Since plastic choked earth and water serene
I have not been inside a lobby of touts
For it too is full of seekers
I am in search of the giver
The One who set the first note to music
Who picked the words from a halo of light
Deep inside the silence of bliss
I am in search of you, THE ONE
Who often sends blackness as a gift
Patience as a diminishing currency
Anger as an outlet of expression
I am forever in debt of The ONE
Who never wanted repayment
Who was friend to both dew and sun
Who flew on wings when I needed succor
I am an hyphen between the future
That must come and a present that must go
All the way to find THE ONE who matters most.

July 06,2010 Hyderabad India