|Image : Riki Roy|
Let me be grateful for each scar, each success,
every step taken with you by my side;
and every step taken alone in some dim recess
of memory, but special nevertheless
because each led here, where our paths coincide.
Let me be grateful for wonder and its huge breadth,
the depth of my passion, the lightness of mischief;
the bonds between us that persist beyond death
and the ken of humans, beyond narrow faiths
and streams speckled with leaf-shadows of grief.
And grateful for each grain of sand and grit,
the barefoot mornings, carefree and wriggly-toed
coming in with a summer swing at the hips.
For the jewelled ice on winter nights’ fingertips,
for pristine snows on hard shoulders of the road.
Grateful that you test the knots, ease every climbjust by going ahead or backing me up all the time.