Long long ago On the banks of Tapi, Under the old Banyan, On the rusty bench, He and I sat, That evening. As that ancient master painter With his invisible brush, And magnificent pallet, Painted the sky. We sat...side by side, speechless and tearful. Now many dusks later Tapi still flows west. Old banyan is there Master still paints. Yet, I am here, And he is not there!!!