Sketches

Once we went aboating On the Ganges………… The pale winter moon rose above the old cemetery We remember we talked We could not hear each other Though the wind was not disturbing. I do not remember what the sky looked like, But There was a sky…sure * Time is short. I have no time and have too many problems to solve I sip in a problem with every sip of tea I inhale a problem with every puff at my cigarette Put on a new problem every time I change my coat… When shall I love And write you poems? Dearest , Give me a God Give me a God to think of Give me a God to escape. * Ah,it is pleasant We are sitting ,simply sitting Sitting silently. I have so many things to tell Which I know I cannot ,shall not tell Last night I talked with me Of too many this and that…. I was in an anguish to tell But now This is enough…we are sitting . The sun above is throwing little pebbles of its rays Through the leaves of the tree, They are falling on your nose,lips and arms Not on mine We are sitting ,sitting……. We have had our talk