Rohit Nalluri

alone on the ocean of life, we sing –

always aware of that holy choice –

to acknowledge the lonely, distant voice;

we speak to quiet the silent din, we

live our lives among friends, among kin,

in subdued acquiescence:

like ships crossing in the night,

we signal once with our light.

then, again, the long darkness.

then, again, a distant voice.

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