The Meeting

my feet make fresh contact with the new earth
my feet make fresh contact with the new earth
on old turf I venture like a stranger
on old turf I venture like a stranger
warm eyes scan eagerly and ardently
to the meeting I had dreamt of for so long.

the city in fury is wailing, weeping
the city in fury is wailing, weeping
extending hands full of muddy puddles
extending hands full of muddy puddles
blatantly showing its disapproval
what grudge it holds against me - I know not!

footsteps retrace scattered memories
footsteps retrace scattered memories
laughter is not drowned in the heavy downpour
laughter is not drowned in the heavy downpour
glistening needles of silver sunbeams;
golden moon rays work their magic all around.

while the city wails; trying to dampen my spirits
my eyes scan for scattered memories
on the old turf where my feet now makes a contact
ignoring the blatant disapproval
I venture like a stranger
where I had dreamt to be always.