MY HEART FEELS shy to bring to your vagrant mind the lyric of my secret lest its meaning be missed and its rhythm. I shall wait for some auspicious hour when the evening is compassionate, your eyes drowned in its tender dimness, and my voice reaches you in a profound calm of truth. I shall turn my secret round and round through my whisper at a lonely corner of your heart, even as the cricket among the silent sal trees turns single-toned beads of its chirping in the rosary of night.
DYING, YOU have left behind you the great sadness of the Eternal in my life. You have painted my thought's horizon with the sunset colours of your departure, leaving a track of tears across the earth to love's heaven. Clasped in your dear arms, life and death united in me in a marriage bond. I think I can see you watching there in the balcony with your lamp lighted, where the end and the beginning of all things meet My world went hence through the doors that you opened-you holding the cup of death to my lips, filling it with life from your own.