May Be: A Ghazal Poem by Mratunjay Saxena

Dwelling in memories, someday, may be,
a fond dream it was, she will say, may be!

For dreaming and hopes and kindness and love,
in tears of blood they'll make you pay, may be!

A weary sojourner on endless paths,
I will find some rest, on my way, may be!

A compassionate voice, a face, two eyes,
bless me still? when I pray, may be

This flesh, this blood, these passions, these thoughts:
a wheel, two hands and prepared clay, may be;

'Be' and it was, and won't remain either,
think your dreams can sustain 'Jay'? may be...