i had gone to see you again
a desolate road had once tied the heart
the wind and dust hid the palace
a lone watchman told me you have left
doors and window panes shrunk back
as trees forced its way
there would be an invasion
as you had always told me
where have you gone
where have I gone
only a breath stood
the clouds tomorrow will accompany
and summers of endearing
would finally rest
nights and strangertimes
would take us back

Amitabh Mitra