by Sonali Bakshi
Footsteps on the stony path,
No impressions of the past,
Some sounds of passers-by...
Some echoes of goodbye.
Footsteps on the sweeping sand,
Pregnant with tears of sea,
Some careless walks down memory lane...
Some, deeper, forever to be.
Footsteps on lonely meadows,
Strangled in deep dead leaves,
Some buried there forever...
Some alive, I'd love to believe.
Footsteps on the clouds of spring,
Footsteps that fly on wings,
Some fragrant with immortal roses...
Some swinging with hearts that sing.