Lost in tears,
I did not notice,
Dusk descending
Petals dropped,
And piled up on my robe
Dull white rag
Laid over my dreams.
The sun goes down
Behind the mountain peaks
The moonlit valley of Calder
Last night I watched its lure
From the windows of dome.
Darkening shades of trees
Falling on the walls of Church
Like shapeless ghosts,
The acquaint myth of Dharma,
Retold stories of Fate.
Winds passing
Through the shaded grove
The birds have gone,
And people too are few
The One I cared for
Standing in the midst
Sobbing softly,
Can't hear the words….
There's no death,
Just the dream
That touches your heart
And it fades for ever
Before long, leave
No trace behind.
-Krishna
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