What if everything and nothing could be redone
To a shade or a color or a word or a song?

What if depravity and audacity could be unsaid
To a leaf or a branch or a tree or a field?

What if life and death were not as it were
Rather a wind or a whisper or crash or a cry?

Every moment tries to steal the heart away
Or is it the other way ’round?

Every feeling seeks to step on another
Or is that we’re so deceived?

I wonder… but never see
Was I supposed to?

I seek… but I don’t find
Isn’t that ok?

I knock… but no one answers
Should I keep knocking?

Ashish Joy