The witness

 

Of the passing moments of my life,

Of the blossoming flowers of my dreams,

Of the rising-ebbing hopes of my heart,

Of the rippling laughter of my lips

And of the streaming down tears from my eyes,

 

Witness is the house where I was born,

Witnesses are the green plains where I spent my childhood,

Witness is the city where I learnt to live,

And greatest witnesses are the earth, sky and winds:

 

Wherever I went, they followed me.

All the moments of my life lived and to be lived-

Yesterday and tomorrows-

Bequeathing them all I will pass away.

 

 

 

Neighbourhood Star, 1997.