the last campus note

O dearie
Keep with you these moments
These tiny moments
These melancholy moments
These nonsense moments
In this sad day of forsaking

With its aroma of wild flowers
In the cool shade of these rain trees
The site of that distant goods train vanishing
The tireless song of that lone koel souring our hearts
And this moisture
This moisture of our tearful faces
This moisture of our shivering lips
This moisture of our broken hearts
All these All these
We share in this final tryst


Keep them wrapped
Wrapped within the silky softness of your soul
All through your journey
With that black stallion