In the park, for the last time,
couldnt look you in the eye,
everytime I glanced,
I was reminded,
...
When I met you, I remember you in tears,
and I held your hand,
but you ignored me completely,
and yet you smiled sweetly,
...
I have seen those mountain springs,
I have seen the Seas,
I have seen your power,
In starting a pleasant breeze..
...
Can a man write from the highs of happiness?
I tried and I have failed.
Words that became my friends,
were in fact fiends who in dark weather,
...
I still remember,
ten years to the day,
A winter evening, devoid of hope,
You went out on an errand..
...
A 60 years of India,
A pot on the boil,
A special ingredient was added,
The infamous 'Sons of the Soil'.
...
Perhaps 'twas destiny that stole its youth,
Autumn was never privy to the truth,
grown barren by He who weaves,
too early for snow, too late for leaves.
...
The eyes were pursed forever,
no smile nor tears mourned his passing,
and the river flowed undisturbed so gray,
green grew around his fallen form,
...
The rain came early that year,
bringing with it relief and release,
and the crowds ran for cover,
rain carrying into ev'ry nook and corner,
...
Midnight and madness,
sitting by the window,
aware of guilt,
my tears the quilt,
...