If You Can, Come Early
In my mind is the calendar
Yet, expect not
A worry-less heart
From the lover in waiting.
For there are mothers who went to market,
Promising their suckling;
‘I’ll be home early.’
And never returned!
Sometimes, the shadows seen beyond the turning,
the sandals heard passing our home,
I remember you wearing off your sandals by the door,
And lighting the darkness sprinkled by an orange dusk.
Looking, listening, remembering,
this year too, I pass the start of winter alone.
Can you come a little earlier?
For I waited you months,
Okey I was; amaranth I was.
But now that I’ve arrived around tomorrow!
O! When‘ll tomorrow come!
O! You last hour! O!! You final wait,
What are you stuffed with: eons and eons?
Please come early;
I will have come to receive you
The very spot I had dropped you
Wearing your favourite dress,
And we shall too
Make our ambience smell of
Sweat and love
like after the rain and the arid land meet.
By Parbat Lawati
From: Nepal
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