You are abruptly lost br br Like a kite br flying on raw threads br br Your loss is my memory br Your face hangs in the sky br br Against the wind br br Oh! your memory! br my words are far away from br br The metaphors that could hold on br you to the landscape of my mind br br Your memory sings against language br or sounds br You defy my familiar tools br And dimly expose an unknown br familiar to ages br and ages of our speciesbr br Bhartendu Secondbr br