A Lesson

Always

World is something… dream is another.

Living is something…and life is another.

When we just shoot up and tend to turn a leaf

We think we can rewrite undoing the past.

Assuring ourselves, we think we can stand on our own.

Translate ‘night-sheet’ful of dreams into dawns.

Wearing viridescent happiness on our collars

We celebrate the world was created for us.

But, suddenly a truth zeroes on us

Like a broken branch falling over head.

Time starts spinning round along with the earth.

It becomes imperative

To branch off standing where you are

Becomes exigent to somehow let flow

The hot-water springs that dried up.

Between the ends of ether

And the limits of the horizon

Anything that comes to your view

Is either a sea or a desert.

You will have to fear for many things

You never did;

Digest many things

You could never stomach;

Run after the dreams

Knowing the truth fully well;

And march ahead

Levelling the heaped up time.

Always

‘I’ is something… and ‘we’ is another.

Woman is something …and man is another.

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Translated by N.S.Murthy