All music is memory:
a lone wind trapped in the chimes,
a window rattling dolefully
in time to the movement of the night.
If my life were stretched
across the drum of centuries
I might have time to discern
the pattern in the creaking of trees.
But destinies drown through time.
A million years are lost
and I try in vain to cup my hands
and hold a note, a scale, a song.
(from A Reluctant Survivor, Sahitya Akademi, 2007)
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