The Rainbows
(For the Malayalam version, click here.)
The spine of my book
Is loose and broken;
What all things I wrote
I don't even remember.
But this I know:
The dark spots on these pages
Are my teardrops
These brown pages contain
Nothing but my shattered dreams.
Forgetting them,
I crossed the waves
Rowing against the tides
Looking for distant lands.
In this city humming with life
In my rented room
Alone and silent, I stand
Pressing my face against
The cold windowpanes
Not knowing how to cry.
Could it be my hopes and dreams
That fused as rainbows
I see in the distant sky?
16.7. 1997
Poems of the World 1998 Summer Issue - Pg18
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