Sun sets across my window sills
Even as I squat by getting its glimpse
Between the dish antenna and the tree.
The woods are brooding; soon
Then will be camaraderie of the crickets
And the Mooply beetles.
I had twenty days of leave,
I took leave,
And six, I spend on trains.
I could not make it to you this time;
It seems, now;
There may be no other time.
I have told the bungalow servant
-He attends all my calls-
if you call from Himachal,
I will never be around.
I tried Princess, and I failed.
And this is the third time
I failed.
Eight years of desperations,
Two thousand nine hundred and twenty two
Days of desperations.
I tried Princess,
I will try again.
2000 (I did go and meet her in November of 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem