There were only two kingdoms:
One disowned both him and me
And the other we ourselves abandoned.
Under the naked sky –
I was drenched by my body’s shower
Which continued a long age
Rotted in the continuing downpour.
Then he took the goblet brimming with the love of years
And quaffed it like cup full of poison
His quaking hand sought mine:
“Come! let us take a moment’s shelter under some roof
Look! there – before you, a little way off
There is an empty space…
Between truth and falsehood.”
– Amrita Pritam