somewhere in some desolate corner

crouching on the shores of mind

someone may await daily my poems

with an undying passion

and as a curing touch on wearied heart -

for that one i write in endless streams

whose name,sex,face and voice ,

nothing i am aware of-

may be a thousand years hence-

to that expectant one i dedicate my poem- 

my heart would throb with that soul 

my vibrations would merge in perfect harmony 

winging past gladly  the sweat of centuries.

 

 

----s.chandra kalaadhar