Let us walk through that road,

that winds itself to nowhere

or a place whose name we don't know.

For once, let us shun names

or even poetry.

We have grown skeptical of them.

Let’s pretend we do not know

what the banyan is called.

Let us dig for it’s roots

let us know it’s name of the soil

that remains entrenched, buried.

Let us name everything differently

the stars, let us mark by light,

and its stellar dreams that hover

upon our half closed eyelids.

Let us not view the world 

through their curtains anymore,

its opacity is stifling.

Let us instead form a newer world,

one that’s not pre assigned,

one that find its own name

from within itself,

its unequivocal,

ancient,

somewhere dormant,

identity.