No one remembers
anyone’s kisses.
Even the smallest streak of bitterness
settles as a line in the palm
Etching our fate
Every gift
Somehow becomes old.
The thorns of neglect grow
Even when
No one is watering it.
How long were we knocking
That single window of love to open !
Like darkness
the shadows of bitterness comes
through the wall.
When you come to me
you come with the wings of a bird
When you depart
you leave like the smoke
through a chimney
(Translated by Karthik)
Madhuram 