My footprints?
Nowhere in the sands.
My absence?
There on the log.
My presence?
Somewhere in the sky.
I am a mythical being.
I have a right to steal
the secrets of this earth.
I turn my theft
into images and dreams of aerial tales
I write my songs on the logs of timber
and let them go adrift
to the distant shores
and spread the word on the winds
till it reaches you and echoes in your silent deep.
Sushama Karnik
Nowhere in the sands.
My absence?
There on the log.
My presence?
Somewhere in the sky.
I am a mythical being.
I have a right to steal
the secrets of this earth.
I turn my theft
into images and dreams of aerial tales
I write my songs on the logs of timber
and let them go adrift
to the distant shores
and spread the word on the winds
till it reaches you and echoes in your silent deep.
Sushama Karnik
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