Savitri

In the diffraction of an era

Everything changed,

My postures, my gestures,

My mentality, my miracles,

My smiles, my sagacity,

My feelings, my foolishness.

My fears, my faiths,

My thoughts, my hearts

So governments, elections,

Politics, poverty

Study rooms and Gods.

No woods no woodlands

No clay no clay houses.

No Yamraj no Satyaban,

Nor his body nor his soul.

Nothing left.

Only except a heap of my arrogance

On this earth without earth.