(Just thinking of you with this boat called "la Marie Jeanne" moored along the bank of the Seine near le pont des arts ... It invites one to dream sailing down or up the river which gets into the sea and connects us finally.)
Why suddenly today, after seven years of silence
Must you stand
Come out of the door, see me enter
Lean at the gate as I prepare to leave
No, I do not want to hear ‘Beti tum aa gayi’
No not again, not when I know it isn’t true
When the sun shines bright
And your face appears as if it was mine
No, the dead can never come alive;
We cannot step aside
And watch others go by
Be precise lest we fall from the height
Exit from the left and enter from the right
I wish we could find
Our home where the names remain, engraved
The gate will open, some day
With a face that will say ‘Beti tum aa gayi’
But my child will not know it to be mine.
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