Someday, she would come with the lamp and say it is all I have
Someday, I would stand below that childhood lamppost and search once more the never published words
Someday, I would knock the rusted door and wait for the footsteps inside
Someday, I would cross the level crossing before the train goes and walk in that unknown road forever
Someday, I would pause before the blind beggar and asked him about the song he sang last
Someday, I would walk in naked feet to the boat on the Ganges and look for Haran Majhi, who is long dead, taking away my childhood with him
Someday, I would enter the old College door and stand before the empty Room.No 42
Someday, I would stop at Madox Square and try to see my young face kissing a girl who turned to woman before me
Someday, I would walk the night from street to street with a slice moon
Someday, I would lie again in that empty bed where I first made love
Someday, I would write those words, in that Spring when the flowers would be kissed again
Someday, I would love a girl again and tell her my whole story
Someday, I would run from past to present and then to future like the films of Ray
Someday, I would see myself in mirror and smile with what I am
Someday, I would come back again here and say the woman , how I exchanged all my early births
And how I lived this one damned life!
