Now this broken moment
Creates a strange fusion of day and night,
A complaint stands close by
Desperate to express itself
But finds no page of history empty.
Where should I find the persona,
The moment's sun-n-shade,
That once came into my doorway
With the smile of childhood?
Why has this procession of remembrance started?
Why this broken fractured story calls me closer?
Why can't I retrace the steps of the path I once walked?
Why can't I grasp a connection in the tale?
Why can't I thread the past into a unified whole?
Translated from Hindustani by the author