Through the cold of the night in a desert,
The breeze fragments through the storm.
Smitten by impressions so deep on sand,
It erases each one by one,
Two lone footprints that stall upon the vastness without an usher.
Buried are the soft breaths of dreams in the dense terrain,
Stifled and meek they reach out to the tired impressions on the surface,
Seeking amongst the dry wilderness a
coast to find solace in.
Through the moments of the diminishing night which envelopes –
The waning dreams,
The adrift footprints,
Its an illusion of the breathless vision that pursues a shore in the abyss of this landscape.
– Dr.Rumana Sinha Sehgal