Of songs, seas and remembrance

Lost songs of monsoon rains
echo with forgotten drumbeats.

I look for you,
in the voids,
between the beats.

The seas rolled themselves up
and now hide in memories,
vanishing like time;
yet seeping into the voids, like time.

How was it before?
Oh, not the drumbeats
but the void and memories
and the songs too.
Write about it on a paper

and roll it, into a jar,
and throw the jar onto the seas.
Let the seas remember
the first songs and the monsoon,
let the waves rumble with drumbeats,
like memories, and fill all the voids.


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