A Prayer

Give me a hillside,

clean and green ,

a space with an immense light.

Let the sea recede

back to the reach of the sky.

Let the light fall evenly

on the odd and the even

spaces of the mind

and then let me turn

and find again

the doors once locked and the key misplaced.

Let those doors crumble and fall

and show me the inside

just the way I had left it back in time.

Let the cry of the gull pierce the sky,

and the afternoon feel its pain,

the pain of the birds who left the nest,

forced to live in the ruthless sky.

Sushama Karnik (c)

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