No, I have no words for YOU.
thirteen months, no longer beside me.
singed my soul,
cheated me out of unresolved debates
on Mankind, its cruelty, its joys.
Cheated me of many unspoken words –
just OURS to know and smile over or be enraged!
The Rediscovery of India,
our Date after Retirement
to travel the length and breadth
of our beautiful land –
cheated of a moonless night at the Taj Mahal,
silently stalking the tigers at Simlipal,
our hushed whispers near Chilka Lake,
as we spotted birds from the Caspian Sea, the Aral,
from distant shores that enthral – as do
the Irrawaddy dolphins that take refuge.
No moonlit saunter
on a domesticated
Elephas maximus indicus
through Jim Corbett’s Park
or recall our silence in Nyeri
where he is laid to rest.
Alas.
Scarred, for the rest of my days.
So Wise One,
is this Ultimate Knowledge
the end of Prarabdha Karma?
No, you would have smiled in disdain,
“Dead is Dead”.
Also Read: Sunday Poem: Peace On Earth
Also Read: Sunday Poem: Lost Sunsets
