An Exchange: Amiya Chakravarty

In return you have got
The silent pool in entirety
A clear mirror framed in blue
Water filled with light
A shadow branch that’s bent with flowers
Fluttering sails of purple clouds
Filling up the heart
An empty breast finds all it seeks
In return you have got
Blanked out thoughts of nothing-at-all
Open roads for feet-with-dust
Bereft-of-tears, the wind
A distant cry, a familiar voice,
This afternoon of all-is-lost
No-glance-back from anyone
Are these what you’ve left

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