IN THE ROOM
DIVIDED BY WALLS
I WAS A CHAIR
SEARCHING FOR A DESK
TO SCRIBBLE ON THE GATHERED DUST
THE STORY OF MY LIFE
NOT FOR POSTERITY
NOR PHILANTHROPY
NOR MORBID VANITY
BUT ONLY FOR MYSELF
TO READ IT TO RE-WRITE IT
AND LOOKING AT IT
KNOW AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
THAT IT WOULD IN THE END
HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE
2 comments:
play it agin Ram - for the last time...
Bhai,
Alas!
charu
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