The pala tree blooms in vain this year….
entwining me in its mesmerizing sway,
smiling, twinkling, winking in conspiracy,
for it well knows that you are far away….
The flowers sleep and wake, and sleep again
in momentous splendor the beauty lay,
reminding me of secret hours in secret places,
hiding secret desires in tumultuous way.
Oh, had i known it before dear love, that,
hours would stretch in this exponential way,
yearning for your touch, your lips, my life,
i would have sent my heart with you away!
Oh, but it could not happen, and now the pain,
The separation and loneliness has become my fate,
Alone I trudge on with no hope to follow,
Alone I count the moments, days and date!
Full many a days have gone when beneath
The sun and clouds have I laid awake
Full many a nights have gone when anxious
I have roamed the streets for your sake!
Alas! I could not fathom nor guess
Nor was it gently put in my lap by Him
The secret of togetherness that was snatched
And put it somewhere on the waves of Time!
When the toll would strike midnight and rise
Above the multitude, dance with the wise
When the soul of rosy hue would break
On the shore of worldly woes in disguise
Alas! I would know no respite from pain, even then,
No sweetness encompassing my soul
The sun will set on the wonderful day, perhaps,
But I would be left without any fruitful goal!