The sky has worn the mantle of the dark,
Ans somewhere deep… a pain has left a mark.
The storm has broken, violent, on our paths…
All doors of hopes and dreams – the world has shut!
I’ve seen the world, now, through a Mother’s eyes…
I’ve felt the pain – so deep, cruel in her cries:
Bring back, who will, her son? Bring back the star –
That’s broken from her sky of desire!
A dream… her heart has cradled, ever still –
When all the world… and all its people will
Live Lives in peace – forever, ever more
No mother, ever, shall bereavement bore!
In treads of anger… runs the world’s mad race!
When would peace take heart’s abandoned space?
[28 March 2002 | Guwahati]