`
A certain shade of a certain tree
A certain grassy green
Tiffin-break, a friend;
All float across
Like a distant dream
As if it never was,
Float across wafts
Of animated conversation,
We used to talk
Of such grave stuff –
Silly talk.
I remember
We had talked of the future once
Of parting too
But strongly believing
Somehow it would never be,
How silly!
It all drifts across;
And I smile
At that distant dream of silly things...
Maybe they're all that made me.
`
A certain shade of a certain tree
A certain grassy green
Tiffin-break, a friend;
All float across
Like a distant dream
As if it never was,
Float across wafts
Of animated conversation,
We used to talk
Of such grave stuff –
Silly talk.
I remember
We had talked of the future once
Of parting too
But strongly believing
Somehow it would never be,
How silly!
It all drifts across;
And I smile
At that distant dream of silly things...
Maybe they're all that made me.
`
Mumbai, MH,
July, 2005
