Wish Of A Traveler! Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

A tired afternoon
Gives way for the veiled evening
To cover up what is visible.
The perfect painter draws objects
Using darkness as the only colour.
The stars and moon come out in the sky
To prepare a background for the images.

Crossing miles and miles on feet
The traveler in me has become weak.
Restless, beats my heart,
If there would be enough time
Before I met some one,
Who would be kind to me
To keep my fatigued head over her lap,
Covering my face with long dark hair
She would gaze into my eyes,
Assuring that I am at home,
The place, where one is safe;
No need to wake up to any noise.
There are promises in her eyes
That she would fly carrying me on her lap,
As I draw my last breath
To the place,
Where from smile the stars and moon.