Kartikey Sehgal

Fragrant flowers along the river
let their fragrance bathe us
we are at one with oblivion
till human voices wake us

the boat, it rows, a-lone.
the poets walk the shore
the boat passes –

time is anathema to life
and the flowers take a lifetime
to fill our hearts with joy
we are at one with oblivion
till human voices wake us

the bird, it flies, a-far.
the poets walk the shore
the bird passes –

- often chirping songs of joy
calls of flight to people.
we, though, are singers of our souls
our walk is rhythm to song
let us be –
- we are at one with oblivion
till human voices wake us