DRIFTWOOD

When I return
I want to sit by the river
smelling the breeze
counting the waves
that wet my feet.

On and on.

If I return
I want to sing 
songs of passion
and the notes of joy
that fill my entire being.

Off and on.

And if I miss
I shall leave my tears
Upon my pillow
So you can see
What I failed to be.

DDR, CALCUTTA

Sept. 7, 2013

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