“I brood on the past, not
For the hope of seeing you again
Rising above the brown earth;
But, for the joy that your
Memories give me.
I sit on the banks of Pachchini, not in
Anticipation of your return from the dust;
But for the vigorous river
That reminds me of you.
You may have got lost in a world,
Which my imprudent mind
May not comprehend,
But I feel you every day-
In the air, in the sky, in the water,
In the fire inside me, also
As a void in my heart.”
