By Pummy Sharma
What is this craziness about?
And what about this slight?
I am no longer that dream now
And you are no longer that eye
Gone are the winds of youth
And gone are the seasons of storm
What stays now is the natural calm.
After years of burning, in the kiln of time
My anger is mellow and my soul refined
And the memory, well, it comes and goes
Like the dance of light in some thunderous night
The songs of yesteryear are out of tune now
If you catch wind of me, you may find
Some fossils of time cloaked in some shell
But it wouldn't be some precious pearl.
Many many years ago
In the busy streets of Delhi,
A forlorn scientist told,
Ain't no fossil bringing back the Dodo."