Sunday 18 April 2021

Restless departures, hurried departures,
all departures, even that of the sun at the end of the day,
even as the sun and the half of the earth he is leaving, know
that it's a break of twenty four hours before they meet again,
the departure happens in a hurry.
Look, the sun is forming big shadows,
big enough for you to draw inside,
a glimpse of the night to follow.
Never say alone,
The spheres and orbits, all connected,
where is the time and the place to be alone?
There is a country
of idyllic beauty,
close by, close by.
Gradations and layers of exquisite beauty
for daughters and sons, for sisters and brothers
and for lovers of all times,
the layers enfold;
am I not in all of these?

Like a red flower blooming on a carpet of green
all that says adieu, once behind a veil of secret tears,
returns and walks with the grace of a promise, a covenant of silence and life anew

Sushama Karnik (c)
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