My footprints in the shifting sands of Time,
Have vanished into the shadow of a name;
And speechless, I walk on my solitary way –
Into the dimness of a tired rememberance.
But fond memories haunt me… time and again,
Like a start – that speaks in a speech of flame.
‘Cos you’re here in the surging sea waves –
Rhythmed with your boisterous laughter;
Your’re here in the heart’s lonely corne,
That treasures your signature… unerased!
[20 Jan 2002 | Guwahati]