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]


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