Hi Friends,

Even as I launch this today ( my 80th Birthday ), I realize that there is yet so much to say and do.

There is just no time to look back, no time to wonder,"Will anyone read these pages?"

With regards,
Hemen Parekh
27 June 2013

Wednesday, 30 April 1980

Pillion Rider

I am riding on the bike;
On the pillion seat
You are holding me tight,
Your chin
Digging deep into my shoulder,
And occasionally, your teeth !

If your hair are blowing
In the wind,
I do not know:
My eyes are searching the horizons;
Nor do I see the eagle
You have sighted in the sky –

Ask me not
Why eagle builds its nest
On a distant cliff,
I only know
It likes to soar above the rest ;

Who is more lonely ,
The eagle or the sky ?
The sky has many eagles,
The bird has only one sky !

Your words are blowing away,
Pillion Rider,
Your words do not reach me ;

Soon the sun will set
So hold on tightly
And gently rest
Your cheek
On the nape of my neck,
And wait

For the journey’s end.