Penned By B D Narayankar
To which city is this wind
taking my beloved away from me
Somebody stop!
This wind is
taking life away from me
I
I had seeded the time,
reaped the sprout, for him
I had strung the beads
of moments for him
This wind is taking away
the shine of day and night
from me
II
Poisoned are the moments
but I have to live,
live on the largesse
of his one glimpse
The smile which is
on my lips
This wind is blowing it away
out of me
III
Life has squabbled with me
has taken up a new lover
Also taken a new twist
One last hope which remained
This wind is blowing it away
out of me
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