When even I will stop looking for you,

There will come a time
when even I will stop
looking for you,
dear poet.

My daily ritual
of a search
for your lost pages
will fade
because light of the world is
too blindening
for my deer eyes.

I will move on to
looking for spaces
that can rest
my tired heart
where I can finally sleep
not tormented by
questions of world’s fabric.

But also, when that happens
You will not want to be found,
Dear poet.

~

Vaishali Paliwal