In the Stillness of a Word
Amrita Bharati
Both things
Are so alike
His earth
My sky.
I wanted
To follow him
Wherever he was
But the paths
Were so different
On one was he
On the other I
And in between there was a line
Both his
And mine
We
Were so one
In our soul
But
He was walking
On the low summits of the earth
And I
On the high chasms
Of the sky
Maybe
These two paths may turn
One day
In my poetry
And we may be able to walk together
In the stillness of a/the word
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