People part
They part in great numbers
In buses
Railway stations, with wide platforms and
Yellow-eyed hanging clocks
In towns and cities
They part.
Parents ,children , lovers , couples , monks
The poor , the rich
They all part
They leave in Ships
The 6 o’clock flight in the evening that
Flies to the NorthWest
They all choose a direction to part
Here …
This noon of the July is parting too
Gradually
Would it ever give me a reason ?
(Translated by Karthik)
Madhuram 