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

Tuesday, 3 March 1970

So near : So far

So near and yet so far ,
That’s how you are ,
My Morning Star !

On my way to work ,
In the morning
I get your glimpse ;

And some evenings ,
In that crowded
Homebound bus ,
How happy am I ,
To find you ,
Right there , in front of me !

When I am taking my evening bath ,
You are not there ,
But your memories are ,
And what’s more
I know I will recognize you
At the next table
In the dim-lit café
Facing the sea .

On Sunday we always meet
At the afternoon show ;
Although you do not seem
To remember
Having seen me ,
At the late night show
On Saturday !

Then I light my cigarette ,
And send some smoke signals ,
But Ah !
You do not seem
To appreciate
My primitive ways ,
The way you look at me !

But I like your looks
So I go on smoking ;
And say to myself ,
“ I promise , I won’t smoke ,
If she would rather
Have me talk “ .

But how do I know ,
You seem to be so far ,

Although you are so near !


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