TIFR – A Farewell

June 4, 2010

Distributaries of a distant stream
the veins of a small delta dance
in the silence of eternal waves.

“நோக்குந் திசையெலாம்”,
monsoon breeze, useless guns,
‘दोस्ती’ of dualities.

Uncryptic unuttered words, arguments,
moments of responsible hesitation,
fresh smell of gentle dawn.

A beautiful flower, an anxious pollen.
Wings that are never to be withdrawn,
but to be lost and liberated
in the winds like infancy.