(Dedicated to Stephen Gill ) When day becomes dark
And men and women wait for
The auspicious hour and a tranquil sky
My little daughter walks out
With a lantern in her hand
In old busy south Kolkata street.
Peace begins to flicker.
When you hold
A candle of hope
Providing a blueprint for life
In your psalms
A Dove begins to fly.
When you implore in your poems
To hold hands together
Against restless, wayward minds
Of fanatics and nations
And rolling tank misfires,
The sage in you stands up
with unshakable confidence
To announce Shanti, shanti, shanti Om.
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When day becomes dark