DEPARTURE
It could be a cold wintry morn,
Or some corner of a dark moonless night,
When my soul will take flight,
Leaving a frail carcass behind!
And the heart, which had known
love, hatred, lust, and greed;
Felt forgiveness, sacrifice and compassion,
Shall once more turn bright red,
And burn in the crackling fire of the
pyre; -
As I sore towards the million stars….
Which are God’s graves in the depth
of the skies;
Leaving behind my shadowy mark,
In my poems, verses and lines!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
23 Jun 07.
RAJ NANDY
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