JAYANTA KUMAR BISWAL
After such a long silence
Those innocent waves of yours,
Returned to the derelict
shores of mine.
Those shy dreams of mine, tonight
Will tenderly touch
Your earth; (brooks and rocks)
Where falls the shadow
Of ancient ghosts.
O my dear,
Every feeling is a torture
Now or after.
In the sea-beach
Innumerable footsteps – intimate, intense.
Waves wash it
Only the shadow of ocean remains.
You collect pebbles
You build sand-homes;
The fact gets lost
Only the story remains.