Star And Shine
To Forget, I could.
To Forget, I wish.
(The Tin Drum)
Starry Starry Afternoon, For All The Shining Light Was On Us, That Afternoon.
In peace, they rest. (St.Andrew’s Church, Bandra)
And sometimes, we converse.
Geometry, they say.
In Those Yellow Taxis, Waiting In Endless Traffic.
This indefatigably remarkable Light!



