Like a unique chinar of this valley

Which Did not ever shed leaves

But then we must have erred

In some ways  fundamental

The tree had started drying

The willows were saved from

The intruders  passing by

By wrapping the cloth

In which was covered, once,  some one

Who is no more around here

Do not ask me to write every thing about me

Because I would write

And then you would wonder

Did I have to

22 june, 2007