1.1.2003 That time of year has come again
That sweet-sad time has come again
My lover who left years ago has returned
Or was it he never left: I just didn't know
At Divali they have played Holi
Lives have gone up in flames for this festival
What's left for a poem to save?
Death has visited my house again
It is time to joy and sing again
After the dust has settled
The mind weeps at its loss
But the soul laughs at its gain
Come! Whoever, whatever you be Come.