Dear readers ,
you know this.
I am behind this shadow
close to you ,
you can touch me so close.
This time
I have come to tell you
about a clear pond between the valleys
about the blue mountains guarding it
about the wandering clouds
and about my sorrows,
but,
as I was about to begin the story
my little daughter began to cry.
while I patted her thinghs
to make her sleep
the stories flowed off like dreams.
Friend,
listen
about few scattered dreams,
about love’s momentariness
about the cold silence of the stars
I want to sing this to you.
But
as I was about to sing
the milk was boiling in the stove.
The head of the family was shouting
due to the changed routine.
After completing half the work
as I returned to sing , the songs
ran away in different directions.
However,
friend, remember,
with the incomplete stories
and few scattered lines
I am here with tears in my eyes,
close to you , very close to you.
Lend you ear and you can hear
so close.
Published in the Journal Chandrabhagha – issue of 9/2004
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