THE WAIT...

Tonight when the soft cool breeze,

Touched me and passed by,

Then I heard the footsteps of the fall,

Footsteps that were tender,

Exactly like the sound of those anklets 

That you had made me wear, 

Melodious and soft,

Making tinkling sounds, 

Up above, the pearly round moon

Was shining,

Was peeping down,

Was watching 

When the breeze stroking my cheeks

Reached him,

Loaded with the fragrance of alstonia,

Stretching my arms, I tried to touch the moon,

For I see your reflection in him,

Across the street, the fire that was lit by the nomads,

Was extinguishing and blowing out,

Yet, smouldering,

As if they were just like our smouldering desires,

All lights,

The moon and the stars,

Every fragrance,

All sounds,

Take me to you ,

Riding on the gusts of wind,

My soul flies,

Far, very far,

Where at a new horizon 

You are standing, 

And standing along with you is longing,

A wait , that longs for 

Just the closeness of two hearts,

For your hands to hold mine, 

For us to come together,

For our union ! 

©®Madhumita

* a translation of my Hindi poem Intzaar