The Answer

As I wrote upon the rock
Everything seemed to grow dimmer
Seagulls raced away, in a flock
Evening now, the sea begins to shimmer.
High above the sand, it twists in the air,
The rock floats as if a feather
Soaring up to no one knows where,
In an instant it changes, the weather
On the sand it lands, I search for it
Keep it in my mind, my heart, what's the verdict?
Can I still see the light? Is it lit?
Is it gone now? So old and derelict.
No one else sees that the rock reads
the letter B.

Rajeev Mishra  (22.10.00)


I hate you, you bastard.