Let us search, the one,
Who conspired against us
The urge of man himself to know or the god
The faintest, subtlest sign
May still be lying in the chain of time for us to trace
The pure duration felt on the palm
Of the beloved, when you touch
Or the longing to walk together holding hand in hand.
At the moment of your ascendance
You taste both the ephemeral and eternal.
O’ how strangely you escape in search of the one who conspired,
Filling us, the ephemeral’s with the quest of immortality
We faithfully, almost, blissfully taken into the call.
The worn out face of yours is too much
for the hands of beloved to hold on.
Someone from some other time
well might dropp in, in whose heaving
Bosom you may hide, in delight.
subodh pandey
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