Few unvarnished smudges of your time-
have placed on the canvas of my reminiscences.
These smudges sketch the scenery of you with mine.
The smudges tell a tale of our wanderings.
Wanderings at the streets and roads
those were leading us to the temples and the mosques.
Few paths took us to the monuments
Those were built for the sake of love like the Taj.
But they were neglected as a dead land of the dead.
I still want the smudges unwashed,
That makes our undead past alive.