Baba(Father) , Give Me My Dowry, For He Has Come Poem by Seema joglekar

Baba, Give Me My Dowry, For He Has Come
Can’t you hear the longing in his persistent bee hum,
With countless meetings and partings he knows no calm,
Nor do I, for he holds my heaven in his palm
Baba, give me my dowry, for he has come.

Baba, give me my dowry, for he has come
Each time he enters my life, like the burst of Dawn
And leaves me huddled in darkness, all joys withdrawn,
His intentions, if questioned, apathy he fakes
Each time an armload of vacant hours and his pride he takes
In my sleep the agonies of his unspoken words break,
Peace I shall never know till in his arms I wake.

Baba, give me my dowry, for he has come
Lighting the evening lamp
it’s his face I see, reflected in the moon
With the varying seasons,
to his various moods‘ve learnt to attune
He shall be your parting gift of a lifetime
my one eternal boon.

Baba, give me my dowry, for he has come
My veil of modesty slips at his glance
Women abuse, men glower at his advance
My __heart he takes, give me away with it
No jewels or wealth, in exchange seems fit.

- - You give me your love for words to take
Shall string them in the garlands for him I make


But first, shall throw them like pebbles
In the stillness of his complacent mind
Till they goad him to honor this relationship
Then love defined, peace I shall find.
Baba, give me my dowry, for he has come.


Seema.JJJJ