Translated by Medha Singh
The way a soft truth resides
in the poem,
love does in the lengths
between us, we come to own
Why, your tears – this
is hardly the last
of our conversations.
We are to meet
when all vanishes
The point of all life merging
with its end, on this earth.
Meeting is to resume
the lingering of that hope
that runs the clockwork
of this globe
Every galaxy dances
between these fractures
We ought to watch
them dancing, together
wherever we may be
Medha Singh Audio (English)
Savita Singh Audio (Hindi)
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