If... Poem by KUNAL SETH

If she wud fly she will fly like a kite
Soon in my arms and soon out of site
Go and touch the stars
Go and swim with the clouds
Come down when you miss me
Come to me for a kiss
I’ll wait for you always
Like the sailor for summer wind

If she will laugh she will laugh like a kid
Like the dancing river of blue hills
Passing through valleys with no boundaries
Irrigating every heart with her pleasantries
May there never be a drought
May you never grow old
So that no one is deprived of your gold
Every bit’s more worth when not sold.


-Missing in action September 6,2010