A flower rusted out of time - I sleep
Counting heads gathered at my eve.

What needed always - a truth
I am mating,
For I was born and waiting.

The shore shows up brightening everything
–White as if mother’s milk
And I am a little child of that nature
–Fed to the time’s kill.

Memories, as I hear you say goodbyes 
to me, keep coming and I see.
I see all that has gone by, all that we miss
–You and me.

I see the hearts unopened,
Love unbuckled,
And mouth never settled.

© Gautam Kumar