The closing line would seem the same
In a paramnesia of I have seen it all
As memory plays ducks and drakes
With good sense , for beauty of diction
As girls playing softly in the moonlight
As if they were parijat flowers dropped
To the fragrant earth in the night's dew
Their faces down, their feet up in prayer.
Do we plant parijats in the earth's skin
So we have fragrant houses risen on it
Balconies where we feel their fragrance
We confabulate always,where they are
The mountain-eyed girls with sal trees
Gently waving in the mirrors of their eyes.
The closing line would seem the same.
We have seen it all, in the imagined
Sadness of thought behind closed eyes
The closing line has happened as always.