The Same Song - Susheela Raman

Susheela Raman

How many roads have I wondered?

None, and each my own

Behind me the bridges have crumbled

No question of return

Autumn leaves like discarded dreams

Trampled underneath a tide of careless feet

It’s the same song playing

Everywhere I go

It’s like an army marching right through me

Nowhere to go but the horizon

Where, then, will I call my home?

Summer spent, in the high grass

Or just fragments, ransacked memories

Dark river snakes, across this murky hall

Boatman sings his downstream melodies

How many roads have I wondered?

None, and each my own

Behind me the bridges have crumbled

Where, then, will I call my home