A single drop...

If I look back
there was no place for me
in my own city
there was no tree
which could give me shade
Always felt burnt
under sunshine
I was always on the edge
closer to dying
Many times I died
and many times I lived.
From the Ganges to Gomti
No river could embrace me
and no river could keep their hand
--cool breeze--on my forehead

There is nothing here
nothing left in your city
Our story would reach
climax soon.
Before dropping the curtain
of this never ending life-drama
Just know a single drop of my ego
can bring empowerment.


LKO