Silence and Tears

By Bina Biswas
Secunderabad


We would not recognise each other
even if we met again,
My face will all be smeared with dust,
my body glazed with frost.
In deepest night,
a sudden dream would return to you!

I sit on my small boat

and sail on.

We would look at each other without a word,

as tears flow.

I bid adieu

Where the moon shines brightly in the night,

and bare palms guard my sepulchre.