LIGHT A CANDLE FOR ME
Ashok Niyogi
Today is like the topmost branches of trees
Blowing helter-skelter in the cross wind,
Like continuation that never continues,
Like action that is the stuff of dreams,
Like mountain streams.
But I will surely want to know
How, after twenty years,
You will still walk in the snow
Without my elbow.
When you slap together your midnight snack
In your frayed nightwear
You will have company.
It will be the same inane chat.
How will it be
To light a candle for me to see
Just sepia pictures in moth-eaten frames
Of a fractured life?
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