Be My Only Memory

When the lost identity of a sunflower turns to beg and says,

'Write to me letters, not of love, to give a name to my vagrancy,

And if possible, take away the captor of my roots - help me die.'

you come to console me and dampen the sands of a desert.

Through every speck of dust I hate, I blind the memory of you,

And yet I have come to embrace the same when you shy away.

Although our past is swathed in foliage, come sweep daydreams.

If we are stillborn in each other's history, pretend to know me.

Walk with me when the crippling sun promises to rise tomorrow,

After hearing our prayers of sabotaging the nightly moonbeams.

Let the last curtain of denouement fall before I lay my songs,

Praising a seashore, its waves and the way you steal their worth.

Believe in the cherry blossoms that carry your perfume to me,

Speak of the days I come to abandon a pilgrimage's gate,

To sit on some dusty pavements of your faintly lit streets,

And if possible, sigh dreamy dewdrops on the lotus of reality.