One day you will find yourself,

you will have true stars,

‘will have lot of benchmarks,

not me.

One day you will look at the sky,

you will try to find peace amongst stars,

‘will find memories together,

not me.

One day you will feel me in breeze,

your lonely feet will try to find me amongst grass,

‘will find soothing touch, with them,

not me.

Twinkling stars with white lone moon,

together, visible; far far away,

‘will find us in the mirror of mind,

not me.

-Debapriya Mukhopadhyay