One day, perhaps I won't see her
The then sunflower-like face-
The leaps of nyctanthes wet with tears
Nearby the elegy grass;
The whole paddy field being moistened
With morning dew on a late autumn;
I won't see sparrows in dust-bath
On my court yard; the grig stopped
It's solo song during sun-set….
I know- Why it comes into my mind?
She is still there on this green land.
So, DEATH seems to be reluctant to call me!
I say- I'll take a little more time
Before I start; and I lie down on this field-
Stars shine, deep in my mind….
(Dated: 25-12-2-17) .
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