Detached things come blazing home
in past as though
green moon and star lives with tricoloured
same marrow, blood, muscles, bones
calm peace of serenic nations
same and new bonding of veins
All rains — the same cloud
Futures rests in
of every color in palette, mud brown and grey
Breathe in Tagore's soundness
every hand in another for each of us is harmonic
no marble ends with human blankets.
All at once — love, live, die but together
in calmness of hearts, veins, streets.