A close
kith remembered.
You left us
some five years ago,
Leaving us pining
for you, you
To merge with
the Galaxy,
Every time I look up, if
I could see your
Face by chance in any one of the
stars,
Stars twinkle, as if
to make me wait,
Finally only to disappoint my expectations.
Where are you
now hidden?
Each time I
see your undusted books,
Your moth
eaten cupboard, I infer you are .
You are
taken away, ere your Ambition
unfulfilled .
Perhaps you are a
tender sapling in
a fertile soil,
Or one
among the many
in a hut,
Or still
in the calculative
scale of God
Where
should you be
created, or still you
Are travelling
to Reach Him, until
your
Karma is exhausted
or be
reborn
Or to
be recreated or
shaped anew.
Stars
shine again as if
to re enter
My affliction
to assuage
me
With a
mystic positive clairvoyance.
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