May be on some other day Where the calender holds a red scar, I will see you again on some other street As you defend some other surname; In some other poet's prose. I hope the day is cloudy, And rain pours on both of us- But may be the wind will blow North of you, south of me- Flying from the shattered canvas. I will stare at you, you will look at me, And I will fill another page with how things used to be. And we will both build cities-- On two different poles of this globe; As you spend your evening in summer breeze, I will hibernate in my winter clothes. The ink of my pen stumbles My flute plays a sad tune. May be I will not look back As you pass through my town. You will be telling your stories And I will be telling mine. May be both of the listener of you and me Conclude the ending to be fine. And then we will write the last line The eyes of the children shall know: Your child will be half mine; And my child will be half yours. -- Premangshu Chanda #poem #love #malncholy #sadness #dusk #chroniclesofpast #thoughts
