Seeing the tank,
a square prisoner,
in the middle of the
town, I find the
water transferred
to my eyes…

A witness to our
past togetherness
breathing freedom,
today, the tank
slaps my face with
your absence from the earth!

In the dew-laden nights
shivering with cold winds,
we dried up our spirits’
sweat with fans of sweet
words, love-bearing words
and dreaming words…

Our friendship had
thousands of lips
waxing against the
waning time!

We kept on talking
about dreams and poetry
youth was made of…

The tank’s water
listened and glistened
with moonish colour,
reflecting our
youthful days
pure as mother’s milk!

We discussed life,
putting behind ourselves
our lives!

We dreamt a dream
with the four eyes!

You described the
moon-laden night as
‘one-eyed angel’

“Rather than to the
human ears,
I will recite poems
to the winds”,
you said.

BUT IN A DAWN WHEN
THE SUN FORGOT TO
WAKE UP, YOU SET ON
THE WESTERN HORIZON!

You died like a great
poet, not writing
a single line of poetry!