I have this to say to my parents and gurus:
Flowing through the air are the glowing ashes of my smoldering.
If the smolders of karma be my destiny, then I am your echo.
Singing through the dark woods are the verses of this destiny.
To make this song of life melodious, I am your echo.
Dancing before my eyes are the glories of tomorrow,
If I am to attune to this rhythm, then I am your echo.
Gazing the horizon are the flights of fantasies
If I have your wings, then I am your echo.
I’m eyeing perfection but am set to fall and rise,
If I can learn from my mistakes, then I am your echo.
Raging inside my veins is the blood that calls for the undone.
If I can voice my dreams, then I am your echo.
© Suyog Ketkar