When I would cross
All the seas and the oceans
Then no one would call me
With love and affection
They would be busy
In their work with rapt attention
And my silent words would
Lose their vision.
When the string of life
Would lose its rhythm
Then my vision would
Lose its dream
Then I shouldn't live
Like a dead stream.
Ruma Chaudhuri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-would-cross/
