Hi Friends,

Even as I launch this today ( my 80th Birthday ), I realize that there is yet so much to say and do.

There is just no time to look back, no time to wonder,"Will anyone read these pages?"

With regards,
Hemen Parekh
27 June 2013

Monday, 12 August 2013

Singing of the Birds

Even tomorrow,
there will be,
this singing of the birds
at early dawn ;

The sweet fragrance
of Arcadias
will fill the air ;

But tomorrow,
is not for me ,

lying in the silent depths ,
cold ,
and eyes closed for ever,
I will neither smell
nor see ,
nor bear a memory
or
be remembered ;

Save perhaps
on a little sign-board
lying in the attic
under a heap of junk ,

Much the same
as I used to be
always.

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12 Oct 1963

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