Just to hear you talk. I’ll do anything for that.
Leave my windmill farm.
Leave my hut by the riverside.
Leave the animal farm and the blue hill by the horizon.
Leave the café with all my artist friends waiting for their daily dose of coffee.
Leave all those whom I love.
Leave all my poems still waiting for printer’s ink to fall on them.
Leave aside my pilgrimage.
Leave aside my quest for something higher.
Leave my music and movies.
Leave film-making dreams.
Leave my freshwater lake.
Leave the Buddha and the Christ.
Leave Kira.
Leave all my questions, doubts, and answers.
I’ll do anything for that. To just hear you talk.
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