Apart, we drifted like two silent clouds
Unnoticed as grey ghosts in see-through shrouds
No storm, no thunder and no lightning flashes
Just dust to dying dust and ash to ashes
Alone, we travelled, each a lonely planet
Two hearts: a mother’s, son’s: both made of granite
With words we’d wounded, made each other weep
Our sorrow, now, we both had buried deep
Alive, we tarried till the twilight hardened
Like pilgrims pleading that our prayers had pardoned
The time we’d wasted on our bitter feuding:
That crime, committed with our cruel colluding!