From
the banks of Osman Sagar
from Avadha (1986)
With such fierce focus, O young man,
what are you looking at?
The proverbial footsteps of the fish or
the mysterious inner pathways of the
girl you are in love with?
What form would the broken images take
floating in from the stirrings of the restless
lake.
Just like you
I’m waiting too
with bated breath.
But,
when the waves rest
and things are clear,
would we have forgotten
who we are?
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