The light of a dead star reaches me
The light of a dead star reaches me
Traversing million years,
Nothing is really lost and therefore
There’s nothing to fear.
Dry flowers, lost hours, lie on my way
Across the misty plain,
All granted and all accepted just to
See you once again.
It’s only in fugitive fancies
That I can see you smile.
Your smouldering footsteps challenge me
To conquer untrodden miles.
Copyright… Shukti Roy
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